Some Observations from the Hill
by H H "Hub" Brown

      Have to tell you about a trip my sister Lucille and her grandson and I took recently. They had flown from Minneapolis to Buffalo, that way you can avoid changing in Chicago which sometimes can be challenging. Peter had picked up a rental in Buffalo which was as I heard him say was the nicest car he had ever driven. It had lots of cargo space which I think he already had planned on using on the return trip to Minneapolis. It was a big Buick with lots of room in the back.

 Peter showed a great liking for Wal-Mart for the first day here he had to go to the one down in Pennsylvania because they don't have any sales tax there. Because he doesn't like to even sleep in the same room with anyone else, he bought a tent and that was his abode for the month they were here. HE had to make a trip to Vestal every day because his cell phone wouldn't work until he got to the Vestal Parkway.

 Peter says he is planning to build a radio station and was always visiting music stores looking for parts. This meant that Luty and I spent lots of time sitting in the car waiting for him. Luty has been the nickname for Lucille ever since she was born about 10 years after I came into the world. One day we were sitting outside a music store in Johnson City and it came to me that we had planned more trips than we had days left, so when he came out we asked him to take us to Tunkhannock, PA, and we looked up the house where we had lived more than 70 years ago. Then I wanted to show Luty the house she had been born in, a little place called Lymanville. People we asked directions of had never heard of such a place. Finally, after we had made a big loop and came back on Route 6, Peter said, "There's two guys talking, leaning on a pickup. I'm gonna ask them."

 One man said, "Why, yes, I live there."

 We followed him and I soon came to where things began to look familiar. We found the church and the school where we used to go. When we found the house where Luty was born, Peter, who was making a cam corder record of the trip, talked with the woman there and then we headed for home. It was quite late when we got home and were greeted with some cool glances for no one knew where we were or what we had been doing. Luty, who walks with a walker, seemed to be OK.

 Peter had acquired so much merchandise he wanted to drive back to Minneapolis. I almost forgot to mention that we had another Brown reunion. They put Peter in charge of the list and despite the fact that he knew very few o the Browns, he did a pretty darn good job. Somehow two of the far away members, my oldest brother's two sons, Dennis from California and David from Tampa, Florida, who runs a bookstore specializing in rare and old books. Dennis and Geraldine got here from California, but Ellen, Dave's wife, didn't make it. I guess the three-day trip by car and the three weeks I stayed with Luty and her daughter and her husband and their daughter will have to be related sometime in the future.