Cold , Snow And Ice But A Lot Of Warm Memories At Community Park.
I was hoping to see some water birds after finding so many different species at the PPl Wetlands on Saturday. When I arrived I was surprised to find Lake Irena to be almost completely covered in ice and snow. And it was cold. The only person in the park was on the lake, an elderly man ice fishing near the shore.
At the field I decided to walk the old access road that has to have been abandoned for over ten years now. As I walked along the now wooded trail I remembered driving out this road with my dad to watch my brother’s Babe Ruth Games when I was in high school. Good memories they were.
I followed the trail to a gate to the Woodlawn Park development.
I now remembered coming out here with my dad at an even younger age. My dad used to hang draperies for a home decorating business called Arlotto’s. He left to work for the Hazleton Standard Speaker but would often hang draperies after work and I would tag along. I remember driving to this then new development when I was in second or third grade.
I walked through the development wondering what house it could have been. I love walking through housing developments, patch towns or neighborhoods in cities. I enjoy thinking about the people who lived here, what they did for a living? , what were their hobbies and interests?, and so many other questions.
I now thought about the many times he would bring our family here to walk along the lake. He especially liked visiting in the Spring. I recall the old hand water pump in the park. We would get a drink by cranking the pump handle. Good memories they were.
Life remains a mystery to me, even more so after the horrible events of the last year, but this I know, my parents loved us. And the memories I have of my parents and childhood are my most precious possessions. I am glad this cold March walk reminded me of this. Here is a link to some more photographs from my hike. Community Park hike March 3 2019
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. John Muir