Sunday Dinner

Growing up on a dairy farm Sunday really was the only day my parents would take the day off.  Sometimes we would go for a ride in the 1950 Chevy to see what other farmers were up to.  A few times we would visit Kane, where my mom grew up.  There was a little snack bar (that's what hot dog and ice cream parlors were called) near Kinzua that we would stop at.  Now those trips were few, maybe only once a summer.  Other trips we would go to Sinclairville, NY to visit my dad's cousins,  Floyd and Edna, they also were dairy farmers.  I guess even today people stay in their own familiar circle of entertainment.  Mostly our Sundays were staying home while dad worked on projects that didn't require hard work.  Mom would sew, knit or set on the porch swing while she made Sunday dinner.  It was always in mid afternoon we ate, that way they could relax before night time milking.  Remember I said they took the day off.  Never was milking included in the day off.  Those cows needed milked twice a day, fed and let out to pasture.  In the winter the barn needed cleaned and fresh bedding in the stalls.  What I meant was day off from the rest of the hard work that was in the daily routine.  Of course if it was haying season or planting fields of corn and oats then no, Sunday was not a day off.  Even around Cook'n by the Creek Sunday is usually a day to relax, go visiting or take walks.  Like the big farmers we still have to be around morning and night for the horses and chickens.  What would we do without our barnyard friends.....they keep us moving.

Sunday dinner is always better to share with family or friends.  Last Sunday we were lucky to have our grandson, his friend and our granddaughter stop in to eat with us.  It was a typical "Della Sunday Dinner".  I roasted a small chicken (no, not one of my girls) that had been seasoned with salt and pepper at 400 degrees until golden brown and the juices ran clear.  After it cooled a bit I cut the breast off, legs and thighs to serve.  The rest of the carcass went into the stock pot to simmer for about 30 minutes.  Straining it and then adding chopped celery, onion, carrots and one bay leaf I cooked until vegetables were just tender.  The meat from the carcass what put back in the stock pot.  With a cup of the broth I added enough flour to make a roux to thicken the broth.  More salt, pepper, a dash of garlic powder and 1 cup of garden peas it turned into a nice vegetable gravy.  Next I made the dumpling dough which is 2 cups of flour, 4 tsp of baking powder, 1 tsp salt mixed together, then cut  in 2 TBSP of shortening (I use lard but Crisco is fine) to that mixture I add enough milk to make a loose dough that is dropped by spoonfuls (spoonfuls or spoonsful,you see my choice) into the simmering gravy.  Cover and let cook for about 20 minutes or until the dumplings are fluffy and done on the inside.  Don't take the cover off before 15 minutes to check, otherwise it will make a heavy dumpling.  Some prefer heavy dumplings but we like the light and fluffy ones.   That's it, served with the baked chicken, winter squash from the garden and cranberry sauce.

A guy's plate.

The cooked dumplings with paprika
sprinkled on top.  My mom loved to
put paprika on salads, potatoes and
dumplings, like the final touch of
goodness.

 It must have been good because chatter turned to silence as dinner was served.  I love to see people eat and enjoy the food I cook. We had a good time and lots of laughs, the young hearts give so much joy to us.  Like I said, it is much nicer to share the Sunday dinner with others.  These three visitors made my day.  It's so easy "to pass it on".

If you read an earlier post about the German Spaghetti Ice Cream I must tell you.  We made it and it was delicious and fun to share with family.  It turned out better than I ever expected and easy to make.   It was so good we will be making it again when other family and friends come to visit.


Ice cream pushed through a can with holes punched in the bottom and
 put back in the freezer for 30 minutes, then strawberry puree on top
and shaved white chocolate.

Spring Evening

As the "old timers" use to say, the swamps must be full before the ground will freeze and snow will stick.  From a ride to Amish country today the swamps are full, streams are overflowing and puddles of water everywhere.   Not to mention mud, lots of it and deep.  It wasn't hard to see how many Amish buggies were out and about in the Genesee/Ulysses area, wagon tracks on all the dirt roads.  Our car looked just as bad as the horses did all covered in mud.  Lucky the rain came down in buckets on the way home and most of the mud was washed off.  Not clean but not caked on.  It will do until the first day of no rain and we can give it a good washing. 

An Amish lady at the Amish grocery store.
Her wheels are cleaner than ours!

Since today is the official first day of winter and daylight will get longer each day I really would like.....snow.  Yes, it's true.  I am ready for the frozen ground, 8-12 inches of that white stuff and temperatures to hover around 20-30 degrees will do.  White looks so much nicer than brown this time of year for me.  As the days tick by it lessens the opportunity to get the skis and snowshoes out.  We are ready to venture in the woods and check out all the animals tracks in the snow.  That hot dog roast is also on the list of wants.  Last Saturday we took an early evening ride up Wakley Hollow.  It is a dead end road so we were the only tracks in and out on the fresh fallen snow.  I call rides like this "peace rides".  They give us peace and remind us of how much we have to be happy and thankful for.  All was quiet in the little valley just as it always is.  Coming back  we drove by our grandson's land and house, he was out enjoying the fresh air too.  Early this summer the electric company went through to cut trees and brush from their power lines.  They do not clean up the mess, that is the landowners job.  Kirk was doing just that and pretty much had the job done.  Hard to believe our first grandchild has grown to a 27 year old man. 

Wakley Hollow



Snow still falling but it doesn't stop
the work to be done.

Tonight I did the chores while the husband went to the Oswayo Valley Varsity Basketball game.  The chickens were having a tough time deciding if they really wanted to go in the hen house.  After all it was warm, the ground is not frozen and I'm sure bugs and worms are plentiful.  They finally did with a little clucking from me and throwing some cracked corn on the barn floor.  Who can turn down free food?  While waiting for the hens to decide it was dark enough to go to roost I noticed the moon, almost full by not quite, that will be on Christmas.  I read it will be the first full moon on Christmas since 1977.  What were you doing in 1977?  Our kids were 1, 7, and 9 years old, you know the best time for celebrating Christmas.  Kids to make the day.  That trip to the barn is my clear my mind time.  It's give Cheryl a pep talk and hopefully she listens.

Tonight it was like a "spring evening".  Clara Creek was raging full with milky water that looks like the snow run off in spring.  I hope what I noticed on the hills was not what I thought it was.  The maple trees had a lot of red on the branches!  Though it wouldn't shock me if they are confused and start to bud.  Of course my first thought is it better not mess up Maple Syrup season.

Speaking of Christmas....remember it is what you make of it. There is no guarantee it will be a happy time for many. The last couple weeks have been with joy and sadness at Cook'n by the Creek.  The joy, our new granddaughter, Sloan Annabelle Bryant, she's a beauty. The sadness is the passing of our dear friend and then of our cousin's son.   Not all can be together during the holidays but like I tell myself (talking to myself always!)  healthy, loved and safe is what is important. 



Simply Shinglehouse

 Simply Shinglehouse is exactly how I think of the town I grew up in.  It holds so many wonderful memories of people and times.  Even if I didn't personally know the people or experience the happening, stories have brought them to me to keep in my memory.  Thanks to everyone that will "Pass On" a memory to others.

One of my favorite pastimes is listening to stories about our area when someone is refreshing their memory of years ago.  For instance a while back (which means days, weeks or month) our friends Ron and Marcia were here.  One thing we can count on is going back to our childhood when we are around folks our age that lived in Oswayo Valley.  That get together was no exception.  One thing I learned last night........there was a bowling alley on Second St. and from what I gather it was where the saw mill use to be.  It was a huge brick building and I don't know what it was before the saw mill.  Ron remembered Dick was a pin setter.  I didn't even know that and didn't realize the bowling alley was there.  Of course I was a country kid.  I only remember the bowling alley that is still on Academy St. and owned by Ross and Ellen Jones now.  Years ago Durwood Van Epps owned it.  Never was a bowler and the few times I tried it was more frustrating than fun, that ball never went the same way twice.  Truthfully I am not athletic at all so spectator is my best sport.

It is fun "looking back" and remembering something that has been tucked way back in our memory files.  Once a "remember when" is brought up everyone starts remembering and giving their input on how it was.  Usually the first" remember when" ends up being  quite a few, one thing leads to another memory etc. 

There is a page on Face Book called "Shinglehouse Remember When".  Like myself many are enjoying the pictures posted by Chris Hobson, from Shinglehouse and Lanny Lunn from Port Allegany.  The pictures are wonderful and very clear to view.  It's hard to believe so long ago our little town along with Millport, Coneville, Oswayo and Ceres were bustling with factories, trolleys, trains, hotels and mills.  What happened?  I have not a clue other than every tree was cut from our hills and forests.  Maybe that was the start of the end for the bustling towns.  Gone are the factories such as the glass and bottle plant in Shinglehouse and hotels.  I'm sure the story is printed somewhere.

These small towns are now no more than a drive through on our way to bigger towns.  Shinglehouse is the only one with a grocery store, drugstore, 2 gas stations, 2 doctor's offices and school. Wouldn't it be fun to slip back in time a see what it was really like?  I'm sure it was not easy living then but the people probably thought it was so much easier that their parents had.  I know from my mom's stories of growing up I can't imagine living through the Great Depression, WWI and WWII.  Her father fled Germany in the early 1900s.   Where I am today is quite satisfying.

Friday was fish fry.  We like beer battered the best and usually we have fish every Friday night right at Cook'n by the Creek.  It's an easy batter to make, 1 cup flour, 1 egg, salt, pepper and enough beer to make a batter about the consistency of paint.  Make sure the fish is rinsed and patted dry before dipping in the batter.  Fry in hot grease about 2 inches deep until golden brown on both sides. Lard or grape seed oil it my pick for frying and Icelandic Haddock is our choice unless we are lucky enough to have fresh Walleye from our Canadian friend.  Dick makes the tartar sauce which is mayonnaise, relish, horseradish and a couple squirts of chipotle red hot sauce.  So good, I even dip my French fries in it.  That's it, fish and chips.  Well, there was something else but that was much later, Perry's Ice Cream.  For some reason ice cream tastes better on cold days than warm days for us.  Maybe it is because it gets dark so darn early in the winter we think of food more.  Either way about once a month we buy ice cream and tonight is the night and the flavor is......Bittersweet Coffee!

Saturday morning we decided to go to the Oswayo Valley Elementary School for Candy Cane Lane.  There were 32 vendors set up and some great smelling food cooking too!  The best part for me was some hello hugs from friends that I grew up with, worked with or friends of my family.  It was wonderful seeing so many memories in one room.  Thanks, Shirley Burrell, Sue Phillips, Nicky Howard, Mary Blanchard, Mary Kay Torrey and Colleen Hyde,  it was great chatting with you all.  I just had to use Shirley and Sue's maiden names.  Makes me smile to remember the memories we have shared.  That's the joy of growing up in our "little valley".  At that time years ago we knew everyone.  I don't think there was a house on any given street that we didn't know.  As a matter of fact I'm sure if I went up every street I could remember just about everyone that lived in each house.  Not so now, I see people downtown and wonder, who is that? 

  I was surprised and very happy to see husbands at the Candy Cane Lane, they gave my husband someone to talk to while I went solo looking at all the displays of the vendors.  Shauna Jandrew Maxson and Olivia Jandrew had some awesome crocheted and knit items.  If you are in for a specialty hat that is now in such demand give them a call.  From what I see there is nothing they can't make!  Adorable hats for little to big kids, the scarves that are knit by using your arm are gorgeous with beautiful large button to give them the "wow" and other items too.  It is wonderful to see young girls doing such a nice job and something they will always be able to pass on to others.  I only wish I would have taken my camera!

Speaking of "Passing it On"  our grandson Kent just stopped in to take his Gramps hunting.  There's that full circle.  Dick was the one to take Kent hunting and trapping when he was young and now he is the one to take Gramps hunting.  Nothing puts a bigger smile on our face and love in our heart than the grandkids.  Here is a picture of Kent and Dick way back in 2000 heading out for a day of hunting.

Like we all say, "where as the time
gone?"  Seems like just a blink ago our
kids were this little.

Spaghetti Ice Cream and Expectations

Over Christmas I am going to make a dessert we had in Germany of April, 1989.  Spaghetti Ice Cream (because I will work out double that day, and if you believe that I have some "Ocean Front Property in Arizona"). That's a song that will stick in my mind for the day!  Ok, the Spaghetti Ice Cream "how to" was posted by a German Gal that lived across from us in Shinglehouse long ago.  We had the opportunity to get to know her, her family and meet her mom when she visited from Germany.   Birgit posted how to make the famous Spaghetti Ice Cream which is not noodles but made to look like them. I am one happy gramma to share this with the grands.  It is delicious and just down right fun to eat.  Presentation is 99% of any foods desire to eat as far as I'm concerned.  Here is the video on how to, you might even enjoy making it on a special day.  Birgit reminded me, don't forge to put a mound of whip cream on the plate first, it makes it so much better.  Of course it would, I love German desserts!

 

 The Wellness Center (weights and treadmill) is a very odd place to let the mind roll to blogging.  Proves no matter where I am this mind keeps rolling. While I was getting to the 2 mile mark it made me think of   "expectations" on how far I wanted to walk and my goal for the lift routine.  Expectations, we all have them and probably had them from the minute we were able to "want". 

In a young teenager there are few expectations but many wants.  Making first string on a sport team, being picked for a solo in chorus, painting a beautiful picture, getting a trophy buck, passing a driver's test, having a girl friend or boy friend, etc.  Then as we leave high school want usually turns to expectations.  Parents have great expectations for their kids, kids desire the same.  Remember though, it requires work and dedication to achieve that goal.  Sometimes that is not enough, so when the expectation is not reached but you have achieved a satisfying wrung on the ladder, are you able to accept that as success or failure?  Success is accepting and not blaming others or a circumstance for not reaching the great expectation.  Most parents, me being one are more than satisfied with our children and what we expected them to achieve.  Love, happiness. able to take care of their wife/husband and children and being able to "Pass it On" to their family.  That is the greatest expectation I could want for them.

Ok, so now I have been a little serious on that tread mill.  The music I had blasting in my ears suddenly turned "toe tap'n" fast.  Time to get moving  and actually got a little silly thinking of all the sweat running off my hair and down my back, it is not a glamorous time.  My expectations, let's see.  One, don't let the gal beside me go faster (20ish or 60ish) I will not let them out walk me for time.  Unless the sweet little thing puts on a full fledged run for an hour or even 10 minutes, then she is on her own.   Slyly looking out the corner of my eye at there distance and time to make sure, yes I am still faster. This is ridiculous Cheryl, you are here for yourself, not to out do the gal next to you.  I kept trying to figure out what my expectation of time would be.  2 miles in 30 minutes, yes that will do and I am having a good day.  Some days are like being tortured on that treadmill, there is no song with enough toe tap'n to motivate on those days.  One thing I learned last week, (still have a lot to learn remember) if I deadlift, press and squat first it makes the tread mill time much better.  I guess because lifting makes me warm up and sweat much faster thus not so long to get it moving on the treadmill.  I hate my expectations because I am not good when I don't meet them...I can give advice, I just can't take it...blahhhhhh

Well, here's the final time including a 5 minute warm-up and 5 minute cool-down.

No, I did not meet my expectation,
no excuses, just didn't!

  Normally I would never take a selfie especially the way I look at the end of my work-out expectation but this will be a therapy session.  The only place I will go without make-up on, hair done and matching clothes is the Wellness Center.  The first few times 14 years ago I went all "fixed up", by the end of 90 minutes make-up was running down my face with sweaty clothes and hair.  No thanks, cleaning up once a day is enough.  Plus that make-up made my eyes burn which made me look like I had been crying or on a 2 day drunk. 

   Nasty, sweaty and red faced but
 feel'n good!

Let's go back to adult (older) expectations.  Seriously outside of the gym I have no expectations and it feels great!  That is what happens after retirement, full circle.  Young life, none. Older life, none.  In between a kazillion mind boggling expectations.  Some important, most not.  Remember the saying, "if I knew then what I know now".  For me that would have been grand, it could have kept me out of some not so fun situations.  "It is what it is"...I like that saying and find I use it quite often these days, it is what it is.  Nice ring to it. 

He Walked on Water

The old saying, Snow will not stick until the swamps are full and have frozen.  From the rain we have had lately and the rain for the past few days the swamps are full!  The National Weather forecast says the NE is looking pretty good for mild winter weather.  Of course they are predicting a not so good chance of a white Christmas.  Either way Christmas will come and go, snow or no.  Cross Country Skiing and Snow Shoeing are our favorite pastimes along with those winter woods hot dog roasts.  I am also enjoying these 40 plus degree days.  December 21st will be the shortest daylight day of the year, Winter Solstice.  Then the days will slowly gain more daylight and my hens will start giving more eggs.  By this time of the year they have slowed down, 12 hens 3-4 eggs a day.  I am much more careful on what I bake and plan in the days ahead.  Lucky this year the 14 Australorp pullets have started laying in the past 2 weeks.  They have given us the so called Pullet eggs which are the pick of many farm families.  Tiny egg with that beautiful dark orange yolk.  In about 2-4 weeks their eggs will be hen size.  Being their first year they will lay regularly for us.  Soon our family will be getting eggs to enjoy too.  Right now, well I am hoarding eggs.  This is our first go around at Australorps, we like them.  They are a very friendly breed, heavy bodied and good layers.  Our son Beau, had them a few years ago so we knew a little about them.  Actually a fox raided his pen one night and killed all but one of his hens.  We happened to be there a few days later.  That hen was so traumatized she would not get off their kitchen window sill.  Day and night she sat there not daring to go in her coop.  What to do?  Bring her back to the farm.  The 6 hour trip with a hen, now that's funny.  The dogs didn't mind sharing the back with her.  We called her "Princess Queen" and here she lived at Cook'n by the Creek until her natural death.  Sound a little crazy do I, could be.  We always call the chickens mine, the horses his. 

When our daughter Amber, moved to
Clara she was the one with chickens.
Many years ago she gave me her egg
gathering bucket, I still use it.

 

This morning as we sat enjoying morning coffee looking at the Christmas tree  Dick made the remark, "we sure have peaceful mornings around here."  I think he had that same feeling I did yesterday.  Now the best part he was what he said next,  "I'm going to buy more Austrolorp hens next spring".  My kinda guy!  You can never have too many hens.  There will be eggs sold and given away, after all we are not in it for the $, we enjoy setting and watching the chickens peck during the warmer evenings.  We have a birds eye view from our table and kitchen window to keep an eye on them throughout the day.  We let our chickens free range, this makes the yolk that beautiful rich orange and I would like to think make my hens "Happy Hens." Kind of like the Happy Cows from California commercial.  I have a hard time seeing animals confined to small spaces.  I don't like so many laws but I would like to see one that  gives large animals the right to 1 acre of pasture per animal and a place to get out of the heat, cold, snow or rain.

A hen egg on the left and a Pullet egg
on the right.  Kitchen towel a gift
from my friend Tomi.

Our beautiful Australorps, in the
sunlight they shimmer iridescent colors.

The song I have posted is a  Randy Travis song from 26 years ago, " He Walked On Water." It is about a Grandfather that would set in the shade and watch the chickens peck.  This could have been written about my brother Bob, he would do the same and so many of the lyrics pertain to his life.  Writing on this quiet, peaceful morning and talking of chickens brought Bob and our son back to my thoughts.  I have such a wondering mind!  The first time we heard this song was standing on an Army Base in Stuttgart, Germany where Bart was stationed.  Bob had passed away 4 years prior.  Bart asked, "mom have you heard Randy Travis's new song?"  I hadn't.  We listened to it with tears spitting out. Yes our family thought that "He Walked on Water".  Here's to you dear brother and all the wonderful memories you gave our family.  The most important lesson we learned from Bob, the love of family and watching the chickens peck.  All of  our kids have owned chickens at one time in their adult life.  We "Passed it On"  from my mom, to her kids to mine.  I'm proud of that!   Living in Clara has been a dream come true.  Our 3 kids grew up visiting their Uncle Bob and Aunt Bev just about every weekend.  Since we lived in the city (Shinglehouse, population about 800, smile) Clara visits gave them the country dirt road life that I believe everyone should experience.  They would fish and play in Clara Creek, hunt the hills, take hikes, ride dirt bike and bikes, play with cousins and enjoy the kids that lived in Clara. 

Maybe, just maybe I figured out how to post from YouTube...maybe.  My computer skills are next to none and I am often amazed at what I learn.  Life is a learning experience for me everyday, from animals, cooking, life, you name it I have so much to learn.  If the video does not work you can go to YouTube and search it.  It really is a wonderful song.  I'm sure most families have that one person that held their family close and together.

Take a few minutes to set, relax and think of someone that has made you happy in your lifetime.  There are sad times but without them there could not have been the good times.  Don't forget to "pass on" those memories to the younger members of your family.  It is how they learn where their roots all began.

SIDELINES

After complaining about my early morning wake-up call yesterday I feel a little guilty.  I was up at 5:30 am with no wake-up call.  Fresh Jamaican Me Crazy waiting in the pot for me and the smell of pine from our tree and still dark out.  Here I sit by the tree taking in deep breaths and deep thoughts with only the soft white lights from the tree lighting the way.  Can you remember being a young child and looking at the family Christmas tree?  I can, it was always beautiful in my mind but at that time presents were more thought of than the actual love of the moment.  Now it is the beauty of life, our children, grandchildren, friends or seeing nature at it's finest.  It doesn't matter now if the day brings rain, cold, snow or sunshine it is a day to take in and enjoy.

All the goodies my mom would make for the holidays are probably second in my thoughts this morning.  Della always had fresh tangerines and apples in a big bowl on the counter.  The apples she  rubbed with butter to make them shine.  It makes me grin that I remember that small gesture, it was a very important part of her Christmas preparation.  Then there was a bowl of mixed nuts still in the shells with a smaller empty bowl and a nut cracker set in it to be used for the shells.   Do people still buy nuts in the shell?  I haven't in a long, long time.  Now it is easier to pay $7-9 a pound all salted (not good for our health) or even funky (now there's a word from the past) types of flavorings added.  Through the years we have taken healthy foods and made them not healthy.  Like the nuts, the apple has been pied, caked, drizzled in caramel, a banana has been fostered, peanut buttered, frozen and dipped in chocolate, you name it we can sugar up just about anything.  Several recipes I see take a great pumpkin pie and add cream cheese, caramel or whatever else to give it the wow factor.  A plain piece of pumpkin pie is still my pick and delicious.  How about recipes adding chopped up candy bars to cakes, cookies and pies?  Simple will always be just fine for me. 

It's been an odd year (weather wise) at Cook'n by the Creek.  Wind has been relentless and frequent.  One night a few weeks ago it was so bad I went out in the morning to see if we still had shingles and siding.  Bradley Run/Clara Valley Rd and Moffit Valley Rd come together just above our house.  Once the winds combine from the two valleys it heads our way making for strong winds.  We are open to the valley for winds from each direction.  Setting low between the ridge of the hills acts as a vacuum.  Nice in the summer when the temperatures and humidity move in but during the cold winter months it is not nice.   This crazy weather is tending to make a mess for the hunters.  Yesterday was cold with a hard frost in the morning.  As I looked out across the pasture and to the hill side where Larry and Dick were it gave me a shiver.  I know what it is like to set on the cold, dark side of the valley so early in the morning.  This time of year the sun doesn't hit there until late afternoon and by the time it melts the frost the sun is almost ready to set for the night.  Spring Gobbler is a little kinder to the hunter, the sun rises farther down the valley which brings it's warmth to the hill about 9 am.  I remember setting there watching the warm sun slowly creep my way, thinking soon I will get warm.  The funny part, once it melts the frost on the trees it feels like raining falling on me.   You have to love hunting to face the elements of nature.

You can see the frost line in the field.
 It's cold on that hill, 22 degrees
 this morning.

So you are probably wondering what Sidelines means.  It is a sub/pizza parlor that opened this summer in Bolivar, NY.  Shawn and Davina Evingham are the owners.  Davina is the heartbeat of the business and a great cook too.  She is doing it up right with fresh food, homemade dressings, sauces, soups, etc.  Today was our second time for lunch and like the first time all was delicious.  Dick was on a mission to get onion rings, they are the biggest, crispiest and best onion ring he has ever had.  In  no time short he told Davina just that!  He also had the special, homemade veg. beef soup and a tossed salad which had tomatoes, onions, cukes, chi chi beans and homemade croutons in it and of course homemade ranch dressing, there was even a nice slice of cornbread on the side.  I had the same as the last time (that is how good it was), boneless chicken wings with Mango Habanero Sauce and fresh cut French Fries. Now I am going to say with all honesty the food is 5 star, more like an upscale restaurant.  The establishment is neat, very clean and well decorated with sports memorabilia from Bolivar, Richburg and the combined Bolivar/Richburg Sports Teams.  I have promised next time I will try the pizza, especially when Davina told me the sauce is made in house.  So, if you are visiting the area give Sidelines and try, go hungry because I promise you will get plenty of good food and not go away hungry.  We have known Shawn since he was a little guy, our kids grew up together as we did with Shawn's parents.   Our kids played with the Evingham kids and played against them in school sports.  We have watched our kids and their kids marry and have kids of their own.  Life is good living in our area to see families grow.  Best wishes to Sidelines for a prosperous future.

All of this for $21, well worth the drive to Bolivar.  We were in Olean and knew where to go for a
 GREAT MEAL.