There is only one “Pageant Monday”, and that was today. There is no pageant on Monday, but this Monday is surrounded by pageant. Pageant runs Friday and Saturday, and then is off on Sunday and Monday, and then picks back up on Tuesday and ends the following Saturday. (Got that?)
I spent a good portion of the morning preparing images from Saturday’s wedding, and uploading them to my hosting page where the guests can place on-line orders for the images. Then, after fighting off a headache, I decided to take a walk to the village. I met a couple of our two-week missionaries at the Grandin Building. One of them was from the Antioch California Stake!!! Small world.
Pageant Missionaries - E.B. Grandin Building
I stopped in the bookstore mostly because it was hot and muggy and I wanted to cool off before walking back home. (Now, this is funny.) I ran in to a temple missionary who saw my camera and asked, “Are you a photographer?” There were a few chuckles from people who know me, and I smiled and acknowledged I was. At the same time, there were a couple of tourist looking at my book Palmyra. I motioned that she should come look at the book. She saw my logo on the cover, looked at the same logo on my shirt, looked back at the cover.
Jeffery McCooeye, manager of Latter-day Harvest House, Palmyra, NY
In her defense, at the temple we call everyone “brother” or “sister”. So, she didn’t know that my 1st two initials are “db”. Anyway, it was sweet and funny… and also quite flattering when she realized that a photo she had purchased was one I photographed. So, she was there with her daughter, purchasing the same print for her daughter.
(click here to view and/or purchase that image)
On the way back, I also met Steve Berdy. He owns a little shop on Main Street. I’ve never seen him there. So, I stopped and talked for a while. He’s a retired school teacher and he sells stuff at the flea market and in his little store. He has a bunch of American items of interest. From old records and movie posters to toys and collectables. His store is a trip back in time.
Steve Berdy, owner
I got back to the house just as Elizabethe arrived home from work. We headed out with Terry and Luetta Koberstien (from Antioch, California) for dinner and a canal boat cruise.
We ate at the Coal Tower Restaurant in Pittsford. It’s an interesting home-town cafe. The service was very good. I went for a burger while everyone else went for their daily special of Chicken Terriaki. (Mine was the better choice. The potato chips that came with my burger were the freshest tasting chips I’ve ever had. I didn’t ask, but I think they make their own chips. The bun was definitely homemade.)
We boarded the Sam Patch along with two other passengers. Including the crew, there were only 8 of us on the boat.
The Sam Patch - Erie Canal, Pittsford, NY
The boat took of heading towards Rocehster on the Erie Canal. I couldn’t help not humming “15 Miles on the Erie Canal”. My children growing up in California knew that song and sung it often. “I have a mule and her name is Sal. 15 miles on the Erie Canal…”
Terry and Luette Koberstien
We headed in to a lock (which I’ll post the video on You Tube some time this week. I need to edit it first.) It was pretty impressive to see how quicly that lock filled and emptied. One minute you are in this deep concrete hole, the next minute, your at the top. Impressive!
Luetta and Elizabethe and our tour guide
Our tour guide explained who “Sam Patch” was. I had heard the name before, and once he started talking about him I realized I heard about him for his infamous jump off Niagara Falls. Yup… the self-medication and ADHD do not mix. If you are wondering what I’m talking about, go research Sam Patch.
He also talked about the canal and its history and impact on the region. Today, the Erie Canal is mostly used for recreation. It is a wonderful asset to this area, even now.
Terry's Shoes (Okay, so it is random.)
We got back to Pittsford and it was sad to see our cruise come to an end. It was definitely fun.
Elizabethe and Me
We headed back to Palmyra and decided the evening would not be complete without a visit to Chill-n-Grill. Okay… this is a Kiddie sized cone. No way could I handle a “small” this late at night. (A kiddie is smaller than a small. You’ve been warned.)
That's Smaller Than a Small?