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Summer
My dear friend Sandy just was in WNY and we agreed that we Arizona residents really, really miss the change of seasons. Summer is the alive time in Buffalo, full of life and festivals and fun. It stays light late and everybody can play outside, even if they work all day in an office.
I’m dreaming of an Anderson’s hot fudge sundae, or lemon ice, or black raspberry or pistachio frozen custard cone. Sandy brought me a box of Macintosh toffee, shortened to Mack in this 21st century, but still tasting like summer days at Crystal Beach. Hard to believe that parents let us kids ride the bus from the Kenmore West and Kenmore East parking lots up to Crystal Beach on our own for Kenmore Day in Canada. Imagine: 11-year-olds with no supervision taking international excursions to a beachfront amusement park and being just fine with it!
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August 8, 2006 at 11:44 pm
I miss home grown peaches, apples, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, corn, tomatoes and the East Aurora farmers market.
I miss lilacs and peonies.
I miss sugar maple trees in the fall.
I miss crocuses in the spring.
I miss forget-me-nots and Rose breasted grosbeaks returning every spring.
I miss chickadees and chipmunks.
I miss big, fluffy snowflakes.
I miss water and humidity.
I miss air I can feel and smell when I inhale.
I miss beautiful old houses with natural woodwork and beveled glass.
I miss streets with archways created by towering trees.
And I could go on and on….. Judy