My last post had me picking Aiden up from a sleepover with his "cousins." It was Saturday and his next stop was to the home of his mother's friend to spend the day with more kids. After a goodbye, I headed down the road to the reason I had come to New York at that particular time - the Batavia Ramble Music Festival.
My friend Mike Murray, a guy I knew ages ago in high school and thanks to Social Media we have stayed in touch, is one of the organizers of this annual event. He's been pushing me for years to come to the Festival and I finally made it. The Batavia Ramble is a chance for several bands to play on stages in Batavia's Jackson Square and for old friends to reconnect.
|Mike Murray jamming with pals at|
O'Lacey's Irish Pub
I was really looking forward to seeing friends I'd long left behind.
It was a typical NY summer: hot and muggy. I just don't look my best when I'm mopping sweat from my face and trying to keep my hair from turning into a frizzled mess. But it was all worth it because I did get to see many old friends and catch up on the years since we'd last seen each other. All of this catching up, however, had a detrimental effect on me.
I'd woken up that morning with a dry and scratchy throat, a result I was sure of my previous late night out and talking too loud. Personally I didn't feel that I'd done an inordinate amount of talking, after all it's what I do (see Call Me Chatty Cathy). In any case, by late afternoon my voice was weakening. I felt fine, just tired. I said my goodbyes to old friends, picked up Aiden and headed to see more people.
Before I headed to one of my favorite places, the large farmstead of one of my dearest friends, I took Aiden to meet yet more cousins and see my brother and his wife.
I wasn't much good company, however; the heat was draining me and my voice was little more than a whisper. A good night's sleep and I'd be alright I told myself. Once I'd arrived at Kathy and Danny's in the town of Medina, I was ready for some shut eye.
The next morning my voice was completely absent. We went to breakfast at this great place that was serving a Sunday Pancake Brunch made from the berries they picked on site. Danny's aging mom was there, a really nice woman whom I hadn't seen since 1997 and I couldn't talk to her at all! The rest of the day was a blur of activity, which probably didn't help me try to recover my strength. In these small towns of NY going to visit isn't just a "hop, skip, and a jump." You have to travel many long miles to get from one place to another.
I had agreed to take Aiden to see his paternal grandfather. He lived 60 miles from Medina. But it was worth it because he was so happy to see his little grandson.
From there I invited us back to my brother, Mike's house. While I rested my brother took Aiden to a local treasure: Vidler's 5 & 10 Store.
After a great meal made by my big brother, Aiden and I slept. I woke up no better. We had just one more full day in NY and I was hoping to make the best of it. It included one of my favorite activities:
a hike in the woods
where we found an abandoned cabin to explore
and more visits
|Aiden walks with Kathy around her Water Lilly-filled pond|
|Nothing like a tractor ride!|
It took another week for my voice to return to normal. I developed an accompanying cough and eventually had to go on antibiotics, which worked to finally get rid of whatever bug I must have caught. Was it worth it? You bet. I can't wait to take another memorable trip with Aiden. Next stop: Orlando, Florida to go to Sea World, where another old school (college) friend works with marine mammals and he wants to give Aiden the chance to pet a walrus and then to Disney World to experience the World of Harry Potter.
|Nana and Aiden. Picture taken under the famed Erie Canal|