Notes from my childhood

Every summer for our summer vacation we went to our Grandmother’s house on the mountain outside of Smethport, PA.  It was beautiful, but also very insular. We had nothing in common with the mountain folk around us.  Grandma had some kind of connection with the people in that niche, I tried Google maps and I found a place called Irons Hollow. That was their name… Irons.

We brought friends. 

At one point Jenny brought a boyfriend. 

We slept in the “pigpen” in sleeping bags.  You had to go down to the house with a flashlight to use the bathroom.  Sometimes we were given a “chamber pot” to piss in. 

I remember reading cheap paper novels from the World War 2 era. The Saint. Perry Mason. Good Housekeeping. Reader’s Digest condensed books.