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Monday, April 9, 2018

Running For Office

By Paul Pakusch
Sometimes I think of running for office. I'm not really sure what I would run for. I don't even know what party I would run with. I pride myself on being moderate, so that would mean I could run with either Democrats or Republicans. I have to admit I am extremely disappointed with the way the Republicans have been running things in recent years. So the question would be would I join the Democrats because I don't like the Republicans these days, or join the Republicans to do my part to get them to be more moderate?
In any case, there is really not much of a chance that I would run for any office because I am so fed up with the divisiveness of this country these days. It's an interesting thought though, and certainly it would be another adventure for me.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Something to Do

By Paul Pakusch

As we get older, many of us start to find more time for ourselves. Family and work responsibilties become less and less There's a motto that's one of my favorites: "To have a good life, you need someone to love, someone to be loved by, something to do, something to look forward to, and a good BM every day." I'm intrigued by how much wisdom there is in that single sentence. Sure, there's humor, but who can argue the point of having a good BM every day? As for the rest of the motto, aren't we always in pursuit of a good, loving relationship? If you have that, then life is good. We all want something to do. Whether it's to indulge in a hobby, work a job, see a show or watch TV or a movie, listen to music, take a stroll or hang out with friends or loved ones, we're happiest when we are doing something. No one wants to be left in a sterile environment, staring at a blank wall. And we all look forward to something: "I can't wait for my vacation! I can't wait for Christmas! I can't wait for the weekend!" If we have nothing to look forward to, then we may as well be staring at a blank wall.

I love walking through an arts and crafts store to see the various raw materials that people use to form their own creations. People will spend many happy hours working on a painting, a pottery project, a knick knack, a doily, or a refrigerator door masterpiece. I don't think it's so much the final project that brings someone happiness, but the act of working on the project. When finished, many of these items will be given away to appreciating or unappreciating relatives, sold at an arts and crafts fair, or set on display in their own home. The point of these objects isn't the object iself; it's the hours of joy that go into creating these objects that matters.

This is what drumming is all about for me. I love picking up a pair of drum sticks and playing patterns that form drum beats and/or songs. Whether I'm playing by myself or with a group of other musicians, it feels like the organized sound we are creating is something tangible that you can almost hold. You can't actually hold it, of course, but you can move to it, groove to it, be emotionally attached to it, or become mesmerized by it. While I am playing, I "have something to do." I can drum for hours at a time and be perfectly happy. I am creating something; it is art. But as soon as I stop playing, it doesn't exist anymore. I can't give it to you or sell it to you. It can't be placed on a shelf for display or thrown into a landfill. It was never really tangible to begin with. But yet it is there.

Yet, it is art. It is subjective. Like a painting, you either like what I play or you don't like what I play. It takes many months and years of practice for me to be able to play the way I do. I have a goal to be even better than I am. I would never be satisfied creating the stick figures of a child for the rest of my life; I'd want to paint a masterpiece. I am never satisfied playing the basic drum beats I learned as a beginner; I constantly want to challenge myself and be a better drummer. It is a satisfaction that I bring to myself for doing it. It is even more fun to do with a group of other musicians. Together we are painting that masterpiece. When we finish playing, the masterpiece doesn't exist anymore. To live the good life I described in the motto, we must continually get together to paint yet another masterpiece, time and time again. We look forward to it.

And when we're done, we go off our separate ways to have a good BM. :-)

Saturday, April 7, 2018

My Take on Global Warming

By Paul Pakusch

My feeling about global warming is that humans have been on earth for such a short amount of time that we do not have enough data recorded to really recognize a trend. One thing I am not going to do is listen to what politicians have to say about it. That makes the whole thing political. If politicians would just shut up about it, that would certainly reduce the amount of hot air in the atmosphere, haha

What matters is what scientists have to say about it; but again it's such a such a short period of recorded history that we do not have enough data to really put together a trend for global warming as affected by human activities. We do know that there are cycles of warming and cooling trends in the lifespan of planet Earth. That happens regardless of the effect by humans. I remember back in the 1970s people thought the earth was cooling. But yet now they say it is warming. So there has been a contradiction. Also, whatever happened to the big concern over the big hole in the ozone layer?

I think it's impossible to get a true picture of whether humans are in fact causing global warming. I feel that as humans the best thing we can do is just keep the environment as clean as possible for our own health benefits. Whether we affect global warming or not, it's to our benefit to keep fuel emissions down, for example. If nothing else, it keeps the air clean.

Friday, April 6, 2018

First Passenger - September 1991

By Paul Pakusch

This was originally written in 1991:

I had just earned my private pilot's license in September, 1991, and it was an awesome feeling to realize that I could now take a passenger flying with me. During the course of learning to fly, a student pilot is not allowed to carry passengers when he or she flies solo. I wanted to do some flying for fun in my two-seat training airplane, a Cessna 152, before checking out in a 4-seat aircraft. Therefore I could take one passenger with me: My first passenger!

Since my wife and I were at 39,000 feet aboard a DC-9 en route from Rochester, New York, to Orlando, Florida for our honeymoon in 1984 when I became bitten by the flying bug, I had long wanted her to be my first passenger. Besides, she was just as affected by the expense of flying lessons as I was, so I figured it was only fair. But since then we had had three young children who would now need a baby-sitter during that flight. No baby-sitter was available.

My wife suggested the alternative that was already on my mind: She would stay home with the two younger girls while I took Kristy, age 5, as my first passenger. "It will be something special," my wife said. "Besides, she loves to fly."

It's true. Kristy was a real pro at being a passenger for her age. She had flown a jet round trip from Rochester to Seattle at three months (she claims she remembers the trip!), a sightseeing ride in a small plane near Lake Placid at age two, a seaplane ride in Inlet, New York and a helicopter ride age three, and another ride in a four-seat Beechcraft Sundowner once on a lesson with my instructor.
Kristy was thrilled when I asked her to go flying with me. I told her we would fly to Darien Lake, an amusement and waterslide park between Rochester and Buffalo that we had been to about a week earlier. I told Kristy we would circle around the park a couple times and that she would see the roller coasters, the waterslides and some of the other big rides.

Kristy had never shown a fear of flying. I suppose that's normal for young children, because to them, sitting in an airplane is not all that different from sitting in a car.

But Kristy did have a fear of loud noises. She knew that jets taxiing near us at the airport and taking off from the runway would be loud. She had kept her hands over her ears during our entire helicopter ride. I did my best to relieve her fears before we got out of the car.

After getting the keys for the rented Cessna 152, I bought her a set of earplugs to wear inside the plane. They were the spongy kind held together by a plastic string. They didn't work too well because they kept falling out of her ears. I told her she could just hold them up to her ears if she wanted to use them.

I took Kristy to the airplane and let her touch the wings. Then I helped her inside and told her I needed to take a few minutes to check the outside of the plane to make sure everything was working OK. I told her the "steering wheel" would move around in front of her when I moved parts of the wing and tail. She was intrigued by that!

When I finished the preflight and climbed into the seat beside her, she already had her hands up to her ears in anticipation of the engine starting! She did this several times as I finished my preflight inside the plane and I promised to warn her just before I started the engine. I also told her the engine would get "loud" during the run-up and during the take-off.

I did as I promised and we taxied to the runway. What a feeling to have my sweet little daughter sitting next to me instead of my flight instructor or the flight examiner!

Kristy kept her ears covered and head hunched down during the run-up. When we were told by the tower to enter the runway and then wait for further clearance, I had the opportunity to tell her, "It's OK to keep your ears covered, but make sure you watch out the window because that's the best part of flying!"

She did, and at the moment we broke ground she became enthralled with the view. After leaving the control area, I took off my headset. She was singing! That meant she was very relaxed and enjoying herself!

OK, I know she had flown several times before, but it had been over a year since she last flew. That's a long time in a five-year-old's life. I guess I was just a nervous dad concerned about how his daughter would react to this situation.

Why, to her it was just like riding in a car except that "The cars look like toys!" she exclaimed. "And I see a swimming pool!"

I was beaming. This is what I had dreamed of for seven years and it had finally come true: Just going for a nice, leisurely cruise in an airplane with my loved ones.

I looked at Kristy watching the view below. What a vision of repose she was! Singing softly to herself, commenting on the view below and totally enjoying the ride. I asked her if the engine noise was bothering her anymore and she told me it wasn't.

Darien Lake Amusement Park was not shown on the aviation map, so I had a compass heading to take us to the town of Darien. I knew the park was just a few miles away from the town.
When we were near the town of Darien, I told Kristy she could help me look for the park. Then I spotted it in our two o'clock position about six miles away.

"There it is!" I told Kristy. "Do you see the Ferris wheel?"

We had to get a mile or two closer before she finally said, "I see it! I see the Ferris wheel! And I see the roller coaster!"

On our visit to Darien Lake a week earlier, I had noticed helicopters for sightseeing rides. My concern now was to watch out for those helicopters if they were still there, so I stayed higher than they would be flying. It was by now past Labor Day and the park was only open on weekends for the rest of the season, so I doubted the helicopters were there. But still, you have to watch out.

My practice in doing circles around a point paid off here as I made two circles around the park so Kristy could get a good look. I was pleased as I maintained my altitude almost perfectly while watching out for traffic.

Kristy had a ball as she called out the park's attractions that she recognized. Then I asked her if she wanted to fly near the lake. She said yes.

I chose a heading that would take us near Rochester when we reached Lake Ontario. That would give us a few miles of flying along the lake shore before I needed to contact the controller again.

It was a very smooth and pleasant ride from Darien Lake to Lake Ontario, a distance of about 30 miles over mostly farm land. By the time we reached the shore, Kristy seemed to be getting bored. She was fidgeting with her earplugs, trying to get them to stay on. I've read that no one makes earplugs that fit children. Maybe it's about time that someone did.

I established communications with Rochester Approach Control and we headed for the airport. Since we were back over suburban and city congestion, Kristy had more to watch on the ground. I was pleased with my landing and pleased overall with the flight. I now felt like a real private pilot and could take passengers!

In the following weeks, I was able to take my wife flying (we found a baby-sitter!) and a few more relatives.

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Autobiography Chapter 4 - Broadcasting Memories, Part 1: How It All Began

CHAPTER 4 Broadcasting Memories, Part 1: How It All Began
by Paul Pakusch

I am making a series of posts on my broadcasting memories, from the point of view of someone who has worked mostly behind the scenes for nearly 40 years.  My hope is that some readers will have an interest in what it is that gets their favorite TV or radio shows into their homes.  It still amazes me that some people I meet are surprised when I tell them how often I've worked holidays, evenings, weekends, very early mornings and overnights.  What they don't seem to realize is that there are humans behind the scenes.  So, when they are watching their favorite sports teams, reality shows, newscasts and more, someone has to be there to put it on the air. 

Briefly summarizing, my career began in high school radio in September, 1975 when I joined WGMC radio in Greece, NY, when I was 14.  That led to both part-time and full-time radio jobs through the next few years at WEZO/WNYR, WPXY/WPXN in Rochester, WJJB in Hyde Park, and WSAY in Rochester.  I was heavily involved in college radio & TV at SUNY Geneseo from 1979-1983, at WGBC-AM, WGSU-FM, and GSTV.  In the summer of 1982, I worked at WROC TV 8 and then WHEC TV 10.  I was at WHEC for 32 years.

What first sparked my interest in anything related to broadcast technology occurred around 1970 on a snow day from school.  I went to my friend's house.  Since we were in a blizzard, his dad was also home from work.  His dad got out his reel to reel tape recorder and recorded our voices.  I had never experienced anything like that before and I was totally fascinated by tape recorders.  I later asked for and received one for Christmas.  As the old ad campaign once said, I had a "Sony of my owny!" 

I spent many hours recording and playing back myself, my sisters and the audio of various TV shows.

If my friend's dad's tape recorder provided the first spark, what really got the engine going for me occurred in the summer of 1974 when I was a member of the Greece Cadets Jr. Drum and Bugle Corps.  Our hometown show was coming up and we were to host a competition of drum and bugle corps.  As part of publicizing the show, the corps' PR director, Warren Heiligman, asked about a dozen of us kids to appear on the TV show, "Louise," which aired at 9:00 every weekday morning on WOKR Channel 13.  I was one of them.  We stood at attention in our uniforms with our music instruments while Warren and Louise discussed the upcoming show.  It was my first time inside of a TV station.  I was dazzled by the studio, the cameras, the sets and the lights.

I wanted to see more.  I started watching WOKR's evening newscast, "Eyewitness News," with Dick Burt and Don Alhart on a regular basis.  I wrote a letter to Don Alhart asking him if I could come and watch a newscast on the air.  He set it up for me and made it work.  Dick Burt was not there that night, so I wrote to him and got a second visit for another time.  In both cases, I stayed around long enough to also see the live broadcast of "Bowling For Dollars," which aired at 7:00 PM on weeknights.  Later on, I made visits to see live news broadcasts at WROC Channel 8 and WHEC Channel 10.

Shortly after I started high school in September, 1975, I learned of radio station WGMC, which was based at Athena High School. Many people today know of WGMC as a jazz radio station, supported by donations.  It was a different atmosphere at the time, funded by the school district.
 The town of Greece at the time had three public high schools and one Catholic high school.  WGMC was meant to be available to students of all the high schools.  It was also considered a community station, meaning any adult from the area could volunteer at the station.  It was a wonderful mix of students and adults working together.  Some were on the air and some were behind the scenes.  When I think of that time period, I think of how we had a group of high school students and adults that got along so well together.  Everyone cooperated; we all learned from each other.  Kids quickly picked up on radio production techniques; adults exposed kids to culture.  We had radio shows that featured different genres of music and countries from around the world.
The station had only 10 watts of radiated power at the time, which generally covered the town of Greece and some other nearby areas.  The goal at the time was to eventually raise its power so the signal could be heard further out.  What prevented this from happening was an agreement with Canada in which the station could not interfere with a Canadian station on the same frequency.  Ironically, there was no station on that frequency.  Canada assigned frequencies by area, whether there was a station or not.  So, a non-existent station in Canada is what kept WGMC from raising its power until the early 1980’s.
In any case, WGMC was the beginning of a 39-year career in broadcasting for me.  I started there as a student in 1975 at the age of 14, and left broadcasting in 2014 at the age of 53 when my position was eliminated at WHEC Channel 10 in Rochester.
I began riding my bicycle from Arcadia to Athena High after school was out.  After awhile, I made arrangements to ride a school bus.  The bus would do its Arcadia high school run, then go to Athena for its Junior High Run.  I would stay on the bus until it got to Athena.
In the beginning, I was first shown how to used WGMC’s production room.  I quickly caught on to how to use the board, as the audio console of a radio station is called. In a pre-computer world, everything was analog and mechanical.  We had turntables, reel-to-reel tape decks, and cart machines. Cueing up records, segueing between songs, playing audio carts with prerecorded content, and keeping it “tight” came naturally to me.  I learned tricks from other students and experimented with different sound effects, such as reverb, double-tracking, speeding up or slowing down tape speeds.  I learned how to splice tape and how to put new tape into a cart.
WGMC broadcast school and town board meetings on alternate weeks every Tuesday.  In order to pick up the voices of all the participants, we had to set up an array of microphones in the board rooms.  I learned how to connect all these microphones to a mixer.  The school board meetings were in the same building, so I learned how to connect the  mixer to a wire that ran back to the room where the station was.  In the case of the town board meetings, which we held several miles away at Greece Town Hall, we unscrewed the mouthpiece of a telephone and hooked the mixer up to that, using alligator clips.  Back at the station, we unscrewed the earpiece of another phone, hooked up alligator clips to that, and fed a wire into a patch panel, which then connected the audio line to the board.
One of the first on-air shifts I had was on Tuesday evenings.  I ran a slew of programs, including the board meetings.  Other programs were on reels of tape that were sent to the station; such short programs like Consumer Watch and Earthwatch.  We also had shows that came into the station on vinyl records, such as a weekly country music show.
I engineered shows for other announcers.  One was a religious program; another was “The Irish Party House,” hosted by Ted McGraw who, to this day, still does his show on another local station!  A folk singer named Al Rehn came in to sing and play his guitar; his trademark theme song was a tune where he strummed his guitar and whistled.
Occasionally, we had live bands in the studio.  Thinking back to how small those rooms were, it amazes me that we crammed in all the people that we did.  The studio became a maze of band instruments, microphone stands and cables.  A young lady named Nancy Park did a weekly folk music show, often with these live bands.  Or she would simply have a local folk singer come on and the two of them would sit in front of microphones and play together.  My own band at the time, Silver Quarry, was once a guest on one of her shows.
As much as radio engineering and production techniques came naturally to me, on-air announcing did not.  With moderate hearing loss, I had some speech impediments that prevented me from getting on the air quickly.  I credit Louis Betstadt for helping me to overcome some of this.  During some one-on-one sessions, he helped me to understand what my impediments were and what I might do to overcome some of them.  Several years later, in college, I was able to get speech therapy. I also had to overcome some shyness issues and deal with the fact that I was soft-spoken.  Once I did start announcing, DJ work and broadcasting newscasts on WGMC, I never liked how I sounded.  Over the course of my four years in high school radio, I had accumulated a huge stack of reel to reel tape recordings of many of my radio shows and newscasts.  But it was always difficult for me to listen to them; I just hated how I sounded.  Years later I ended up throwing most of them in the garbage.
Even today, I sometimes have a recurring dream that I’m on the air at a radio station and I can’t read a script coherently, without stuttering or stumbling all over the place.  Happily, in real life, I have overcome all of those fears and can now read a script for a wedding ceremony confidently and sometimes loudly without a microphone.
But my fears and disillusionment with myself didn’t stop me from going on the air.  I did a lot of DJ shows and newscasts.  I collaborated with my childhood friend, Erik Hemdal, on a weekly news program we put together called “The Week in Review. “  Erik was going to Cardinal Mooney high school.  When I told him what I was doing at WGMC, he also joined the station.  Our first DJ shows were back to back on Thursday afternoons.
On my visits to the local TV stations, I picked up on concepts such as timing news scripts and backtiming so that you can end at a predetermined time.  You would add or delete stories while on the air in order to finish the news program on schedule.  I was intrigued by how the pro’s did news and wanted to imitate them.  Erik and I proposed the idea for “The Week in Review” to Louis Betstadt and he encouraged us to do it. We wanted to take news stories from the past week, as a review of what happened during the week. I think we started it about midway through our sophomore years in high school and it lasted until nearly the end of our senior years.  Later on, as we both became involved with other activities, we sometimes did the show solo, one without the other.
For over two years, we made a weekly ritual of spending our Saturdays at WGMC.  During some of that time, we also participated in WGMC’s live broadcasts from Long Ridge Mall.  Then we’d spend the rest of the day writing, timing and organizing our scripts, and putting together recorded elements from other sources.  At 5:30, we were on the air, and prided ourselves on ending promptly at 6:00 in time for the station to sign off for the day.
Always with the encouragement of Louis Betstadt, we learned how to increase the show’s visibility.  I wrote press releases about it that, after review from him, got sent to the local newspapers and were published.  Local news anchor Dick Burt recorded a promo for us that aired throughout the week on WGMC.
News journalism fascinated me at the time.  WGMC had a small library of books about broadcasting that station members were allowed to borrow.  I read the books about news journalism and what objectivity and balance are all about.  I read about how you need to seek and quote sources of opposite points of view.  Later on, in college journalism classes, I read about the pyramid structure of writing a news story; how to include “The 5 W’s” that should flow from any article, which are who, what, why, where and how.  The truth is, when I started working at a TV station in 1982, I was better prepared for the news department than I was for TV production, where I ended up.  Through all my 32 years of working in television, I don’t think any of my colleagues ever realized how much news experience I’d had for 8 years in high school and college.
People today really do not understand what makes good news journalism.  Everyone is doing so much shouting and hardly anyone is listening, and they want to blame "the media."  What makes a good, balanced news story is pretty simple.  You state the facts of what happened, including who, what, where, when and how.  You quote your sources; a statement from the police, a government official, a witness, a participant, etc.  If it is a controversial issue, you get a statement representing both sides of the issue.  Once you insert your own opinion or try to sway the reader/listener to one side of the story, it’s no longer a news story, it’s a commentary.  Broadcasters used to differentiate commentaries from news stories by stating that it’s a commentary. Now, news and opinion is so blended together that people can’t tell the difference between facts and opinion.
I learned about sensationalism.  Since I loved playing with radio production techniques, I remember one time when I decided to add sound effects to a news story.  The story was about an earthquake in China.   I prerecorded a “tease” to the story, using an excited voice over the sound effect of an earthquake rumbling, “AN EARTHQUAKE STRIKES CHINA!!!”  Louis Betstadt heard that and told me, “That’s sensationalism! You shouldn’t do that.”  I immediately got the point and understood what sensationalism is.  I never did anything like that again.
Radio production was where I was most at home.  I loved playing around with different production techniques and mixing sound effects and music.  This was the one area where I didn’t mind how my speech patterns sounded.  I could record myself over and over until I got it the way I wanted it.  So, although I tossed out most of my DJ and news recordings, I did save dozens of radio promo’s and other production pieces that I created.
My high school broadcasting experience wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t write about  WeMoCo, which is short for Western Monroe County, part of the BOCES II program for high school students.  It’s basically a trade school for a number of occupations, including carpentry, auto working, hair salon, food services and more.  Students spend half a day at their high school and the other half at WeMoCo.  Naturally I was interested in the radio & TV course.  It was a two-year program; the first year was generally radio and the second year was generally TV.  With all the radio experience I already had by the time I was a junior in high school, they put me right into the second year of the program so I could learn about TV production.  I learned about TV control room and studio operations, including camera work, studio lighting, TV audio and video switching, and directing.  The class often put together a half-hour newscast.  We rotated positions in order to experience all of them.  There’s no question that my WeMoCo experience is what got me my first job in television two years later.

It was WGMC that led to my first job ever.  The first job I ever had was at a radio station when I was 16 years old.  I will talk about my commercial radio experience in my next chapter.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Coming Out of the Closet

Um, yeah, it's time to come out of the closet. These feelings I've kept to myself can no longer be contained. The ridicule and the scorn I would have endured in my youth would have been too unbearable if I had revealed myself as a member of this secret society at the time. It was something you didn't talk about; something you kept to yourself.  My manhood would have been questioned.

I'm older now. It's time to grow up and accept myself for who I am.

Society has become much more accepting of people like me. Men all over the country have admitted similar feelings lately and it's time I stopped acting childish about this and just come out and admit my urges. Even the TV show "Family Guy" had an episode about guys like me.

It seems to easy yet it's so hard to do. Sniff sniff. Please don't think the worst of me. Please accept me for who I am.

Yes, folks, I am a fan of Barry Manilow.

Ohhh, I said it!

Oh, the relief!

Oh, the sense of burden has finally been released!

Oh, how can I ever be the same person again?

Oh, Mandy! Well you came and you gave without taking, and I sent you away oh, Mandy! And you kissed me and stopped me from shaking! And I need you today, ohhhh Mandyyy!!

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Finding a Suitable Vacation Spot for a Large Family

Guest Author: Don Dick

Editor's note:  This story was written in 2012 and given to me to use as I see fit.  Don has since passed away. Since travelling for family reunions is a popular activity, I believe there are some good tips he has to offer.  I appreciate his generosity in sharing these tips and allowing me to continue to use his story.

With 6 children, their 5 spouses, and 8 grandchildren, planning and organizing family vacations for all 21 of us has always been a challenge. After trying a number of approaches and venues, we finally found the perfect place: a family-owned resort on Couchiching Lake near Orillia, ON, Canada, about an hour and a half drive north from Toronto. Fern Resort has been our gathering place for 5 days of fun and togetherness each August for the past 7 years and will host us again in 2011. However, we've had some interesting experiences trying different venues along the way. Much of the narrative that follows describes the circuitous path we took in getting to Fern.


When our children were young we'd drive from our home in Rochester, NY to Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire where my wife's parents co-owned a small cottage with her dad's brother. Accommodations there were spartan: two small bedrooms, septic facilities which always seemed to malfunction with extra guests, and drinking and cooking water having to be hauled in jugs from the town of Meredith, 5 miles away (bath and wash water were pumped from the lake).

However, the view was great and we had a dock for swimming and sunning and a boat for water-skiing and touring the 25-mile-long lake dotted with islands and channels. There were also lots of things to do in the area - most for a fee. This arrangement was doable when the kids were very young and cribs could be set up, but sleeping on a couch, porch swing, or air mattresses on the floor was no longer satisfactory as they grew older. Also, camp, summer jobs, and finally marriage and families of their own, complicated things, as did two of our children relocating to the Pittsburgh and Chicago areas. For a while the sub-families joined us individually for shorter periods when able, but we finally concluded that the family cottage was no longer suitable if we wanted to promote family togetherness. But what to do?

The first new venue we tried was closer to Rochester; viz., renting a larger 3-bedroom cottage for a week on Keuka Lake, one of New York State's finger lakes. One of the bedrooms had 2 bunk beds plus a cot, which accommodated 5 of the grandkids. A large dining room also had a double hide-a-bed couch. That facility was a was a step up, but still could not accommodate all of us so a daughter and her husband camped out at a nearby state park, and another pair drove down from Rochester to join the group each evening. We rented a boat from a local marina for greater access to the lake, so compared to New Hampshire, we thought the facilities were a definite upgrade. A downside was the time spent in the kitchen and shopping for food, a load which fell mostly upon my good wife.



The following year we had an entirely different experience, renting an 8-bedroom ocean-front home for a week on Long Beach Island in New Jersey, just north of Atlantic City. This was a showplace, valued then at $3,000,000. It had a second floor dining room with a fantastic view of the ocean, only a stone's throw away, and a living room large enough so all of us could gather to watch a giant TV or do whatever.

It was a huge place, and so convenient to just walk out a back door, up over the protective sand dune, and onto what was like our own private sand beach. We felt like royalty staying there. The downside, besides the expense, was that we still had to do our own meal preparation and clean-up. Learning from the previous year, we organized chores so my wife and I prepared breakfasts and lunches, each sub-family was responsible for one evening dinner, and everyone pitched in for meal clean-ups. Great as it was, however, the family concluded that one vacation at the New Jersey shore was enough for a while.



Our next year's adventure was truly different. We arranged a 6-day package deal at the Water's Edge Inn and Conference Center across from the water park (Enchanted Forest/Water Safari) in Old Forge, NY. The package included rooms, 3 meals/day, plus the use of one of their conference rooms for family get-togethers and rainy day activities. We were on our own for things to do but that was not a problem in Old Forge. Water's Edge was on Old Forge Pond (like a small lake) which is at the SE end of the Fulton Chain of 8 lakes (Water's Edge is left center in picture at right). A son-in-law was able to bring his fishing boat and keep it at one of the motel docks. In addition to the Inn's indoor swimming pool, there was a very nice, municipal sandy beach for the little ones just across the outlet bridge. The water park was the big attraction though every day seemed packed with activities. That 6-day stay rated a thumbs-up from all in the family, though leading us to conclude that we definitely didn't want to go back to preparing our own meals.



The following year we decided to try an "American Plan" resort," meaning rooms, things to do, and 3 meals/day included. To our surprise, more "American Plans" seemed to be offered in Ontario, Canada than in our area of the U.S. (which we think of as America). We settled on a family-owned resort called Severn Lodge on Gloucester Pond, a part of the Trent-Severn Waterway near the Georgian Bay end. About a 2-hour drive north of Toronto, it seemed like Severn was in the wilderness; no towns of any significance nearby. The setting was beautiful, however, in a cove, with two docks, one for larger boats and adult swimming and diving, and another for rental boats, including pesky personal watercraft.

Severn also had a swimming pool, hot tub, and sandy beach. We were housed mostly in small air-conditioned cabins, all with porches and waterfront views, although one family of 5 stayed in a 10-room, 2-story motel-like building. The dining room was in the lower level of the main lodge. Breakfasts were cafeteria-style, and dinners served in two shifts. The food was excellent. Lunches were mostly barbecues near the main dock although sandwich and other orders could be placed at a pass-through counter window of the dining room. At lunch time staff members also roamed the premises taking food and drink orders and bringing the food to wherever guests were assembled, which for us was a clan gathering on adjacent porches of a duplex cabin.

Severn also had an outdoor pool and hot tub, 2 tennis courts, 2 shuffleboard courts, several horseshoe courts and a separate recreation building for indoor activities and evening entertainment. Being a pilot, I was impressed that guests could even sign up for airplane rides. At the appointed time, the float-plane landed in the water nearby, taxiing up to the rental dock for passenger boarding and disembarking, repeating this for as many flights as needed to accommodate the guests who had signed up.



Perhaps the most memorable event occurred on the afternoon before our leaving day when the whole eastern grid's electrical power was lost. The dining room staff put forth a Herculean effort, with candles on the tables for lighting and bottled water to drink. Fortunately, kitchen cooking was with gas, so the main menu was not affected. However, the air-conditioning was off making it very warm in the dining room and beastly hot in the kitchen. Power was restored in the wee hours of the morning and everything was back to normal for breakfast, but on the drive home we could see that many areas were still without power, including many gas stations.

Overall, our crew gave Severn unanimous thumbs-up. A major negative for one family with a son subject to asthma attacks was being a 3/4-hour drive from the nearest hospital. Others, while having a great time, felt they had done about all there was to do at Severn and preferred trying something else the following year.

That something else was Fern Resort in Orillia, ON. We had considered Fern the previous year, passing on it in favor of Servern because Fern seemed a bit large and impersonal for our group and somewhat more expensive. Now it seemed a logical upgrade from Severn, having many more things to do on site. A big selling point also was an excellent hospital ten minutes away in Orillia. Although Fern had various types of accommodations, we lucked out in being able to get a block of rooms, including two 2-room suites, on the 2nd floor of a 2-story motel-type building overlooking the water and yet only a short walk to the pool area and dining room.


Our stays at Fern have been for 5 days, arriving Sunday afternoon and leaving the following Friday morning. We've found the entire complex surprisingly compact, including the 5-hole golf course and hiking/biking trails of varying lengths.

There are two heated swimming pools, one quite large with surrounding deck chairs, a 2nd smaller one with a diving board, plus a small kiddie wading pool and a hot tub. A poolside bar makes great "smoothies," popular with our group on warm days. We make good use of the tennis, badminton, and basketball courts, the golf course, miniature golf, trampolines, bocce, shuffleboard, climbing wall and high challenge area, bicycles, pedal carts, etc. There is an indoor pool and exercise room which we haven't used much because we've been blessed with unbelievably good weather during our August stays.


On the waterfront, our group has made daily use of kayaks, canoes, pedal boats, and small sailboats. All of the foregoing facilities are free, the only activities with an extra charge being water-skiing and "banana tube" rides, and massage parlor treatments. Our son-in-law brings his boat, which he launches and recovers at a Fern Resort boat launch and can keep tied up at the dock area. Besides his frequent fishing trips, he provides boat rides and water-skiing for our group. Lake Couching is on the Trent-Severn Waterway and is connected to a larger lake, Simcoe (on which the larger City of Barrie is located), by a channel through a narrow isthmus.


Fern Resort offers organized and supervised daytime programs for the younger children and for teenagers, in which some of our young-uns have participated. A list of special activities is published each day covering a wide variety of interests, be it cooking, crafts, contests, or whatever, which are available that day. The morning bingo game is especially popular with our gang. Fern's recreation building has computers & electronic games and pool and table tennis for young people, and there is a tiered auditorium with a stage which is used for entertainment by professionals brought in by the resort each evening . One of the annual highlights each year has been our family softball game, where we take over the baseball field for part of an afternoon. Our group is assigned two adjacent tables in the large dining room. Breakfast and dinner are our primary "togetherness" times, with different seating for each meal as we fill up the tables in the order we arrive. There is a lunch option either to be served in the dining room or to eat at the poolside barbecue. The food at Fern is great, usually with 4 choices of main course items, and/or to serve yourself from a more limited buffet which always includes kid's favorites. It is truly amazing how they can serve 300+ guests at a single sitting. Maid service every day is another plus, not having to make our own beds. A brother and sister are the present owners, the 4th generation of the family to be owners. They live adjacent to the resort property and are on site every day directing activities, supported by a large staff augmented by college students working there for the summer. We've also found the reservations staff to be thorough, responsive, and a pleasure to deal with. For guests wanting additional non-resort activities, there is a huge Indian gambling casino up the highway a few miles, there are many fine golf courses in the area, Orillia has a beautiful park and shoreline biking/hiking/roller-blading trail, and the nearby Orillia airport is a must for me to check out every year, with its paved and grass runways, and a seaplane base. We have a plethora of Fern photos, mostly of family members involved in activities, pictures I prefer not to have published. Fern Resort has all the information anyone would want, so my suggestion is to go to their website for pictures. Photos and contact information may be found at:

Fern Resort
4432 Fern Resort Road
R.R. #5
Orillia, ON, Canada L3V 6H5
Website: www.fernresort.com
Email: getaway@fernresort.com
Tel.: 1-800-567-3376
Fax: (705) 327-5647

I previously mentioned that our primary initial concerns about Fern Resort had to do with the added expense, the size of the facility, and that things might seem crowded with the relatively large number of guests. None of these concerns were problems for us. We've found Fern to be a good value; i.e., what we receive for the cost. The size of the property similarly is no obstacle as the way facilities are located, it is only a short walk from our rooms to any place or activity on the campus. What has amazed us most is how 300+ guests are so diverse in interests and what they want to do that there has never been any waiting or delay to do what we want to do. As a fringe benefit, it has been a positive thing to mingle with Canadians, getting to know some of them quite well, as about three quarters of the guests are Canadian.

However, to raise our initial comfort level and to provide advance information to the family before our first stay in 2004, my wife and I made a preliminary trip to Fern for an overnight stay in order to check it out. We could tell, even when registering, that Fern would be a good match for our family. A fringe benefit of our early trip was taking a then new Rochester/Toronto fast (car) ferry which eliminated about three and a half hours of driving each way, including the dreaded QEW highway. The ferry made the trip so much easier, a number of us from Rochester used it that year and the following year - after which that ferry service was deemed not financially viable and the ferry sold. We miss it.

There may come a time when the family will want to try something else. So far, the vote at the end of each stay has been enthusiastically in favor of returning to Fern the following year. There are advantages to being repeat guests. Those who return for 3 of the previous 5 years become V.I.P.'s, qualifying for a price discount and an invitation to a V.I.P. wine and hors d'oeuvres party each year. We get to keep the same group of rooms. We also get a 10% price discount for payment in full by February 15th, which has been a bargain compared to low interest rates these days. We also save a bit by having Fern Resort make charges against our CapitalOne credit card which has no foreign exchange fee (most charge 3%). We used to save additionally because of a favorable exchange rate for Canadian currency but that now is about an even exchange.

Before closing, I'd like to put in a plug for Ontario's Trent-Severn Waterway - an amazing interconnection of lakes and rivers and canals, which, by means of 45 sets of locks, including a gigantic hydraulic lift lock at Peterborough and a unique marine railway at Big Chute, permit small boat travel in either direction between Lake Ontario and the Georgian Bay of Lake Huron. If I were younger, I think I would like to rent a pontoon houseboat and transit the entire waterway. A couple from our church took a waterway cruise on the Kawartha Voyageur (Ontario Waterway Cruises) from Trent to the marine railway, returning by bus, and enjoyed the scenery and small group camaraderie immensely. The Trent-Severn Waterway is a treasure of which I was completely unaware prior to our vacationing at Severn and Fern resorts.


The bottom line of this dissertation is that Fern Resort seems ideal for our family vacations and has our full and sincere endorsement. There's even a spot where this 85-year-old can find peace and contentment, watching water-skiing activities and the Trent-Severn Waterway boats passing by.