Why is it that when you are growing up you can’t wait to leave your hometown and get started on your own life, but when you are older and wiser you come home for a visit and you wish you never had to leave ?
I try to go visit my eldery parents at least once a month (sometimes twice during the summer months), they live about 90 miles from my home. I spent a few minutes on my way out of town to capture some photos of my hometown – Geneva, NY for the purpose of writing this entry.
Maybe anyone reading this blog will not understand my opening paragraph, but in the 70’s we were a wild and free spirited generation (yup, hippies and I am proud of it!) — we did not want to live and die in the same small hometown that we grew up in. No reflection on our parents , we just wanted to be FREE! I graduated from high school in 1973, found a two year college and left Geneva in August and never came back. I was the last bird to fly from my Momma’s nest and her only girl. She must have been so hurt and suffering from empty nest syndrome. Being a selfish young person I never knew and honestly, I didn’t care. I was free!
Geneva sits in the middle of New York called the Finger Lakes. Look at this map and you will see the long narrow lakes look like fingers. Some say the handprint of God. I like that. Geneva is the longest lake and the deepest of all the Finger Lakes. The Finger Lakes region is famous for wine.
I never appreciated the beauty and the priviledge of living on such a wonderful lake and living in such a natural wonderland.
My grandpa LOVED this lake. He was a fisherman, the best I have ever seen. He was a professional baker by trade and he would go in and bake at 3am and get done by noon and head straight to this old stone pier and fish until it was time for dinner.
This scene in this picture makes me think of Grandpa…… a solo fisherman out early in the morning.
Since I left Geneva they developed a beautiful walking trail around the tip of the lake, which is where these photos came from.
Look how clean and clear this water is.
Before I left the waterfront I couldn’t help but hear this loud chatter coming from a huge martin house! It was filled with lovely and talkative Purple Martins!
Like many small towns (Geneva’s population is 13,268) hotel developers realized the lake was a gem and they came in droves and built up hotels all along the lake since I left. It changed the look of the landscape for sure.
Grandpa would not approve.
This is downtown. A small private college is located in the heart of Geneva which adds the dynamics of a college town feel to the mix.
And no knitting blog would be complete without a photo of the local LYS. I took this shot on a Sunday so it was closed. I haven’t been in it in a couple years but it is your classic small town, come in and sit down shop.