The Mustard Seed
June brings lilies, roses
Fills the children's hands with posies.
~~ Sara Coloridge
Let's continue our trip around Irondequoit Bay
In the first part of my reminiscence I said that you enter a different world when you drive down Old Bay Front Road. You will come to Schnackel Drive, but you can't enter that road unless you're a local and know the trick of going past it and make a circular left turn to drive onto that road, going down the unpaved road. This part of the road has two wooded slopes -- one on the right and the other on the left which have cottages seemingly built into the woodsy slope. This gives the impression that you are driving on the roofs of those cottages. I think there were 3 cottages there. It's amazing how that path developed into a one lane road. You hope you don't meet a car coming, especially during a heavy rain or snow! Actually, Schnackel Drive is a one lane road all the way until it peters out. This slope ended sharply at the road and there are stepladders firmly attached to the wooded slope. At the tops of those stepladders are/were outhouses. We'd cross the road cautiously.
During bad weather or emergencies, we used chamber pots. Don't ask me how we handled the disposals! Thank God the sewage system made life bearable with indoor plumbing. Happily, I was there only on weekends. I really lived at the Rochester School for the Deaf (RSD).
In summer times, the cove "pool" was always full of kids of all ages playing in it. Each cottage had its own dock. These docks were of all sizes and shapes and had all types of boats. The shoreline was very irregular, with a mixture of grass, bulkheads, floating docks with ramps and planks. Our home had a dock, two bulkheads and wade in with sand.
A tall post was fastened to the long sturdy dock for a line with 2 pulleys to be used as a clothes line fastened to the upper deck of the cottage for all the clothes to be strung out on the line. It worked so well for several years until one day the pole cracked and down came a good days wash (4 sheets for 2 beds, pillow cases) onto the grassless yard. Horrors!! After rewashing, they were hung up on lines for winter in the basement. It took a while before we could find another decent pole!
As I said previously, the "pool" was always full of kids. We'd play with different inner tubes. Two of them were truck or bus tires. Those were fun for 2 or 3 kids to sit on. Once a group of us thought it would be fun to swim across to our docks from the pontoon plane landing. About half way I happened to glance to the right. What a shock it was to see a water rat swimming alongside. It's as if I was seeing the Loch Ness monster. With frozen arms, I got to my dock. That was the last time I swam in the "pool"!
Other small (mis)adventures in brief that I like to remember:
~~ Ruth Peterson