DFH Volume 1 Issue 11
Rmembering Corinth is a ten-part series about Dave’s memories of Corinth in the late ‘50s. Dave, a retired elementary teacher and guidance counselor (36 years), and part time adjunct professor in the Counseling Dept. at nearby West Chester Univ. (24 years-8 after his “first” retirement) lives in Pottstown, PA. He and his wife, Kathleen, had four children, Heather, Jeremy, Emily (d.2008) and Benjamin. He descends from Wilber Sr. as follows: Wilber Sr., Rev. Charles “Chop” Dayton, Isabelle “Izzie” [Dayton] Hayes, David Hayes.
One of the biggest adjustments for us was the difference in the flora and fauna. We couldn’t get over all the trees and mountains and greenery. Accustomed to the arid climate with little rain in Texas, we mostly ran around in shorts and tee-shirts, barefoot, catching horned-toad lizards and stuffing them into our pockets. In Corinth there were actual seasons, and the winter was certainly something to adjust to. We were enamored with the majestic Hudson River and adjacent waterfalls and that HUGE pile of wood, just down the street from us, that dwarfed the nearby buildings. It was easy to tell when you were at the southern end of town by the sight of that enormous mound of cut logs—a reminder of one of the chief industries in town, the International Paper Co. In Texas we were aware of the possibility of tornadoes and in New York, we quickly got used to navigating in a snow storm. We were immediately aware of the distinction of four seasons. Where we had come from, there were only two—wet and dry. One last thing to get used to was the north-country dialect. No more of the southwestern twang mixed with a bit of Dixie…no, this was definitely a different way of talking and, again, it took us awhile to figure out what our relatives and friends were trying to tell us.