Post by Dave on Apr 26, 2011 19:53:34 GMT -5
I spent my senior year of high school in the old Utica Country Day School building in New Hartford, which was just north of the then Utica Mutual Insurance building on the same side of the road. Here were the first classes of Notre Dame High School, including our first all boy graduating class of 1961. Recently vacated by Mohawk Valley Technical Institute (MVTI, later MVCC) who combined students with those from the building on State Street in Utica that later became the State Street Mill Outlet Store, the old Country Day School building contained exactly 4,395,476,375,933,348,503,506,392,296 dead flies, as counted by one terrifically bored student in Brother Bouncer's Latin IV class, the last of the school day and (he wished) the last of his life. (The antecedent of "he" is loosely bound because I'm not sure I'm referring to the student or the Brother.) Anyway, the smell was horrific.
Where was I .... oh, yes, on the ride to school in the morning the Genesee St. - New Hartford bus passed the Prop Inn, a place we always called Prop's Inn, because in Utica and its suburbs if you didn't know how to name your place of business we would re-name it for you. Utica-isms were sometimes hilarious, but usually well founded.
Sometime toward the end of our senior year, a few of us bellied our way up to the empty bar in the Prop and drank a few beers as if we were men of the world. The Proprietor of the Prop scanned us up and down with a look that plainly said he hoped we weren't going to make a habit of dropping by.
From Google's StreetView, I guess the Prop is still there. And from the archives, here it was long before I was born. Date unknown.
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Where was I .... oh, yes, on the ride to school in the morning the Genesee St. - New Hartford bus passed the Prop Inn, a place we always called Prop's Inn, because in Utica and its suburbs if you didn't know how to name your place of business we would re-name it for you. Utica-isms were sometimes hilarious, but usually well founded.
Sometime toward the end of our senior year, a few of us bellied our way up to the empty bar in the Prop and drank a few beers as if we were men of the world. The Proprietor of the Prop scanned us up and down with a look that plainly said he hoped we weren't going to make a habit of dropping by.
From Google's StreetView, I guess the Prop is still there. And from the archives, here it was long before I was born. Date unknown.
