Comte Chateaubriand de B arnaise once said that the more things change the more they stay the same. In a 1932 edition of the Essex County Republican it was reported that a move was underway to close the Essex Station in Boquet because the Great Depression had caused business to fall greatly. The writer, a concerned citizen living in the Essex hamlet, suggested the closing of the Whallonsburg station instead. "Why not close the RR station in the South (Whallonsburg)" he writes, "after all, it's not in the center of the Town." Actually the writer was twice wrong since the so called Essex RR Station was in the Boquet Hamlet and the 'Burg is more central to the town, not Essex.
At my age, sadness often comes when someone of value, or interest, or personification of those times of life in which they lived dies. Albert Baldwin is an example of such a person. Beyond a very few Essex folk like Norma, Grace, Katherine, Mildred, Puss, Myrna and others from his generation, not many in town know Albert. Albert reflected much of 19th and 20th century Essex living. The Baldwin farm, a remnant now owned by Myrna Mandeville, is the largest and most profitable farm in the history of the 'Burg. While I only knew him through long phone conversations whilst going over his writings, I still felt I knew him with all his strengths, and yes, his weakness. He died last week at 94 and up to the date of his death always seemed to be longing to return. Another icon has left us.
See where the county is digging valleys alongside the roads again. I have trouble staying awake whilst driving after 3:30, so I like to put wheels on one side of my car into the ditches and that way I can sleep until I arrive home. Try that with 6" deep ditches.