Title
Memories of Deseronto
Description
Memories submitted in a comment to the Deseronto Archives blog (http://deserontoarchives.wordpress.com/town-history/memories-of-deseronto/#comment-2588).
Creator
David MacKay
Source
http://deserontoarchives.wordpress.com/town-history/memories-of-deseronto/#comment-2588
Date
2014-03-27
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Larry Hearns and I ( David MacKay ) use to get into the boat houses pictured above as kids, we would dive in the water and swim in under the wall of the boat houses, which required us to squeeze between the metal bars which were drove in the ground and fastened to the boathouse floor. We would look things over and as I recall never really did any damage but just wanted to see what was inside.
Bobby Detlor and myself ( David MacKay ) were out on a homemade raft paddling around a way out from the dock past the old canning factory and we looked up the Lake and we could see it was clouding over. We were having the time of our life and enjoying our sea fairing adventure. As the clouding over became worse and the wind was carrying us down the Bay, a police car came down to the dock and Stan McTaggert the Police chief hollered out to us ‘ Get in here right now ‘ but we had no control over the raft at this point and had to go with the wind which carried us down to the cove of the bay where Bobbies parents had a camp. The storm blew us up on a swampy beach and we walked home from there. It turned out to be know as Hurricane Hazel.
I remember one dark evening a few of us boys were out prowling around and came across a car parked with a couple of lovers making out in the front seat. We crept up to the back bumper and shook the car up down, the guy yelled at us get the blankity out of here. Never got a chance to apologize as we might have ruined Roger Coles chances of success, sorry Roger right from the heart, Dave and Bobbie.
I use to work at Ed Roaches corner grocery store and Bert Sly use to work at the dry cleaners across the street so when our bosses would go home for dinner I would cut a big slice of cooked ham for Bert and he dry clean a pair of pants for me.
When I turned sixteen I went into see Langfer McCullagh (sp.?) who had the pharmacy store around the corner from Ed’s store and asked him for a drivers license, he asked me if I could drive and I said yes as my dad had taught me and he wrote up my license. Now I could drive Ed’s old black panel truck out to the dump with garbage from the store. I remember one time I went to the dump and when I got back to the store Ed asked haven’t gone to the dump yet I said just leaving and away I went again, peddle to the medal.
The jail house use to be behind the fire department which was all volunteers, when Stan would throw a couple of drunks in jail for the night and leave the big doors open you could look right in at the prisoners. We boys use to gather up a bunch of green apples and pepper the prisoners in the cells I remember them trying to take cover with there mattreses,it was fun by the ton.
The fire department use to have a long rope outside and when you would pull it the siren would go off and the volunteer fire men would come a running and ask who pulled the cord and where is the fire. Therefore we boys pulled the cord tied it off and ran, from our hiding spot we would watch the bedlam.
I have a lot of very fond memories of Deseronto and would love to hear from any of my old classmates. E-mail condavemackay@rogers.com
Bobby Detlor and myself ( David MacKay ) were out on a homemade raft paddling around a way out from the dock past the old canning factory and we looked up the Lake and we could see it was clouding over. We were having the time of our life and enjoying our sea fairing adventure. As the clouding over became worse and the wind was carrying us down the Bay, a police car came down to the dock and Stan McTaggert the Police chief hollered out to us ‘ Get in here right now ‘ but we had no control over the raft at this point and had to go with the wind which carried us down to the cove of the bay where Bobbies parents had a camp. The storm blew us up on a swampy beach and we walked home from there. It turned out to be know as Hurricane Hazel.
I remember one dark evening a few of us boys were out prowling around and came across a car parked with a couple of lovers making out in the front seat. We crept up to the back bumper and shook the car up down, the guy yelled at us get the blankity out of here. Never got a chance to apologize as we might have ruined Roger Coles chances of success, sorry Roger right from the heart, Dave and Bobbie.
I use to work at Ed Roaches corner grocery store and Bert Sly use to work at the dry cleaners across the street so when our bosses would go home for dinner I would cut a big slice of cooked ham for Bert and he dry clean a pair of pants for me.
When I turned sixteen I went into see Langfer McCullagh (sp.?) who had the pharmacy store around the corner from Ed’s store and asked him for a drivers license, he asked me if I could drive and I said yes as my dad had taught me and he wrote up my license. Now I could drive Ed’s old black panel truck out to the dump with garbage from the store. I remember one time I went to the dump and when I got back to the store Ed asked haven’t gone to the dump yet I said just leaving and away I went again, peddle to the medal.
The jail house use to be behind the fire department which was all volunteers, when Stan would throw a couple of drunks in jail for the night and leave the big doors open you could look right in at the prisoners. We boys use to gather up a bunch of green apples and pepper the prisoners in the cells I remember them trying to take cover with there mattreses,it was fun by the ton.
The fire department use to have a long rope outside and when you would pull it the siren would go off and the volunteer fire men would come a running and ask who pulled the cord and where is the fire. Therefore we boys pulled the cord tied it off and ran, from our hiding spot we would watch the bedlam.
I have a lot of very fond memories of Deseronto and would love to hear from any of my old classmates. E-mail condavemackay@rogers.com