A RUPTURED DUCK VISITS SNICKERVILLE
In the 1880s, my great granddad came over from Germany. He settled on the edge of Dobie Road As a kid, we lived on Dobie Road a couple of miles S’ly of Snickerville, and Don Dobie was our next door neighbor, a half a mile away. I knew Don Dobie.
At that settlement area, Ralph Stillman’s dad owned and farmed a lot of land. He started another road heading E’ly from Dobie Road, appropriately naming it Stillman Road. I knew Ralph Stillman too. My great granddad helped cut Stillman Road out of the woods. That settlement of German immigrants got nicknamed Snickerville. Unfortunately, I don’t know the story behind that.
Anyway, for me, Snickerville is kind of a home base, a root of my family. Every once in awhile, I have to go back and touch home base. My granddad was born there. He died about a mile E’ly of Snickerville, and is buried in Leek Cemetary about a quarter mike S’ly of Snickerville. So it was a home base for my Grandad too. My dad was born where my grandad died, ran trap line all around Dobie Lake which is right in between where grandpa was born and died. So it was a home base for dad too.
I took the Honda Super Cub out for a ride today, and visited Snickerville. I also paused at Leek Cemetery to pay homage to my family members buried there.
The weather here today is sunny, cool, and pleasant. One of the last days of Indian Summer. The Super Cub likes to cruise at 35-40, and does it easily. The book recommends not running it wide open the first few hundred miles, but an engine should run varying speeds during break-in. So on the E’ly end of Stillman Road, I opened her up. When it hit 50 I shut it down. Had to - the end of the road was fast approaching. In that neighborhood is Button Road. The old, one-room schoolhouse where my dad started school is still there. So I was touching some other bases than just home plate today. But, in my memory, they all gather around Snickerville.
In the 1880s, my great granddad came over from Germany. He settled on the edge of Dobie Road As a kid, we lived on Dobie Road a couple of miles S’ly of Snickerville, and Don Dobie was our next door neighbor, a half a mile away. I knew Don Dobie.
At that settlement area, Ralph Stillman’s dad owned and farmed a lot of land. He started another road heading E’ly from Dobie Road, appropriately naming it Stillman Road. I knew Ralph Stillman too. My great granddad helped cut Stillman Road out of the woods. That settlement of German immigrants got nicknamed Snickerville. Unfortunately, I don’t know the story behind that.
Anyway, for me, Snickerville is kind of a home base, a root of my family. Every once in awhile, I have to go back and touch home base. My granddad was born there. He died about a mile E’ly of Snickerville, and is buried in Leek Cemetary about a quarter mike S’ly of Snickerville. So it was a home base for my Grandad too. My dad was born where my grandad died, ran trap line all around Dobie Lake which is right in between where grandpa was born and died. So it was a home base for dad too.
I took the Honda Super Cub out for a ride today, and visited Snickerville. I also paused at Leek Cemetery to pay homage to my family members buried there.
The weather here today is sunny, cool, and pleasant. One of the last days of Indian Summer. The Super Cub likes to cruise at 35-40, and does it easily. The book recommends not running it wide open the first few hundred miles, but an engine should run varying speeds during break-in. So on the E’ly end of Stillman Road, I opened her up. When it hit 50 I shut it down. Had to - the end of the road was fast approaching. In that neighborhood is Button Road. The old, one-room schoolhouse where my dad started school is still there. So I was touching some other bases than just home plate today. But, in my memory, they all gather around Snickerville.
