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Articles by 'Nancy Bond'

Aubrey’s Thousand Island Bowling Center

Aubrey’s Thousand Island Bowling Center

1960. It doesn't seem that long ago to those of us who spent time at AUBREY'S THOUSAND ISLAND BOWLING CENTER (Bo...
by: Nancy Bond
Before the Koffee Kove…

Before the Koffee Kove…

How many of you remember Cantwell's Creamery and Grocery Store? Now the Koffee Kove Restaurant in Clayton, NY? Yes, ...
by: Nancy Bond
Time to do the Laundry…

Time to do the Laundry…

The other day my daughter walked in and said, "You look tired Mom, are you feeling okay? I hadn't thought I was...
by: Nancy Bond
My Squirrels–Friends or Foes?

My Squirrels–Friends or Foes?

When I was a little girl, (a long time ago) we rarely saw squirrels, rabbits, raccoons, etc. I think there had been an e...
by: Nancy Bond
Prohibition - Depression - Bootlegging

Prohibition - Depression - Bootlegging

I was brought up in a family where alcohol was considered the invention of the devil. My Mother had been brought up as a...
by: Nancy Bond
Clayton’s Railroad Depot

Clayton’s Railroad Depot

When I was very young living on East Line Road, my bedroom window faced south over-looking the farm. Early in the mornin...
by: Nancy Bond
A Lesson About Geese, Well Learned

A Lesson About Geese, Well Learned

We have always lived in Clayton, NY,  but not on the River. Our farm is at the upper end of French Creek and border...
by: Nancy Bond
East Line Road Angel

East Line Road Angel

An article like this one is difficult to write. It was suggested to me at a recent HASHING OVER HISTORY session. A neigh...
by: Nancy Bond
Listen to French Creek

Listen to French Creek

From my beginnings I flowed quietly and deep. In Summer you could hardly see my current as it flowed to the Great River....
by: Nancy Bond
Memories of Zenda

Memories of Zenda

The first time I walked down the curving drive to the Zenda Lodge I was going to apply for a job. I had heard that they ...
by: Nancy Bond
Remembering Clayton

Remembering Clayton

It's hard for me to believe that I'm so old that my childhood memories could be called history, but after sitting in on ...
by: Nancy Bond
The Journey from House to Home

The Journey from House to Home

"Wait a minute lady! What about me? When you moved in here almost forty years ago with those eight little kids, do you know what I was thinking?
by: Nancy Bond