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From: Joe Mazzella
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Sent: Monday, July 05, 2010 12:08 PM
Subject: Reformatted story: July 4th at the Hillview Reservoir
July 4th at the Hillview reservoir
By: Cynthia Groopman
Whenever I think of July 4, I take a nostalgic journey to the 1950's to the
early 1960's, when we were young. My dad worked for the Department of Water
Supply as it was known at that particular time. New York has many reservoirs
where water is stored and sent to NYC through tunnels and aquaducts. One of
those reservoirs is Hillview. It is located in Yonkers NY.
At that time, there was an engineer in charge and he lived in a city owned
house on the property. Since 1957, Bill and Hazel invited my family to visit
them and have a big celebration. We would take the Plymouth to across the
Tribought Bridge, and all through the Bronx since there weren't any super
highways or interstates as there are no and we would be so happy and hardly
wait for the festivities to begin. We were the only set of twins there and the
only children so we were paid attention to and made a fuss over.
In 1960 when we graduated from the sixth grade, the host made us a
graduation party and all present signed our autograph books with meaningful
sayings.
We were given hot dogs, all kinds of salads, and barbequed veggies and
desserts, taken for a tour of the reservoir headquarters, watched games of
horse shoes, and chatted and ran around and even played with Pal, their dog.
Pal was friendly and gentle and we would pet him and run with him. We also
explored their mansion, as I would say. We also admired America and sang
patriotic songs. Those were the days of youth, of smiles, of friendship and
when there were quality people who cared for family, for friends for America
and for work and believed in God.
Last night I found my autograph book and asked my friend to read the
meaningful sayings from those people who were there that wonderful day July 4,
1960.
I saw myself a pig tailed child of almost twelve smiling jumping around
gleefully and having the joy of youth, the spring in my step and the energy and
exuberance of a future filled with glows and promises. What a wonderful time
does days were to me. They are never gone since they are fond precious memories
for me to cherish and savor, just as prayer, god's love and hope for a
continued life of friendship and energetic endeavors. It is fun to look back in
nostalgia and to move forward with hope in my heart.
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