February 02, 1995 - On the Road Again and Headed SouthFebruary 2, 1995 • The Suffolk Times • 7A
On the Road Again and Headed South
By Paul Stoutenburgh
We're heading south and thought it
might be fun to have you travel with us
while our kids take care of our house,
chickens, cow, etc. We're in a small
camper home with a few more conve-
niences than we had on last year's trip
around the country when we traveled in
our pickup. I think the worst part about
trips like this is the anticipation and con-
tinual preparation
that go into get-
ting everything
ready. Friends Nature
invited us over for
dinner the night
before our early Sunday morning depar-
ture. This freed us from making dinner
and cleaning up. It worked out fine and
good food, drink and fellowship flour-
ished Saturday night as we chatted about
our forthcoming trip.
We left their house early and were in
bed by 10. Up at 5 a.m. with plans to
leave the house early but we couldn't
find the cat who travels with us. Did she
know something was going on? Finally,
after a thorough search, we found where
she was hiding and by 6 we were off. To
anyone going on a trip south I can
heartily recommend leaving dear old
Long Island early on a Sunday morning.
We breezed through the Expressways,
Parkways, Verrazanno Bridge, Staten
Island and the Jersey Turnpike. When
we hit that turnpike
we knew we were
truly on our way.
No matter where
we were along the
way, crows were
somewhere feeding.
As the Expressway
winds itself more
and more to the _
west, housing and
businesses crowd in and yet crows fed
unconcernedly along the road edges.
Later, where the Jersey Turnpike leaves
the city sprawl and works its way
through the remnants of farmland, we
would see the crows in abandoned fields
gleaning a meal from forgotten corn.
It's in the open spaces to the south of
the city we saw our first turkey vultures,
those scavengers of the dead of the ani-
mal world. How important they are in
the scheme of things. We also saw the
calamity of old and dilapidated farms
along the way. Silos, now abandoned,
and farm houses that are silent sentinels
of the generations of farmers that once
were here. Sooner or later the land will
fall to the developer for houses or in-
dustry that have already made their mark
along the way. We had left in the dark
and drove into sunlight. I was pleased to
see every once in a while a series of
bluebird boxes nailed up on some old
fence posts. Evidently, someone liked
bluebirds along the way.
Heading South
As we moved south we went over the
Delaware and Potomac rivers, which
raced along heavily laden with muddy
water. We'd see more of these flooded
areas as we moved southward. (They've
just anticipated torrential rains.) We
stopped at a rest stop on our way and
met other Southolders heading south,
showing us what a small world it truly
is. States rolled by: Jersey, Maryland,
then Washington, D.C., and into Vir-
ginia where we located a campsite at
Picture Lake in Petersburg, Va. (We'd
traveled 505 miles.) Sleep came easily
and when we awoke the sun was shining
on a frosty ground. It was colder than
when we had left home.
Our second day we drove into North
Carolina and the sun
we had woken to
was slowly being
replaced by gray,
treacherous clouds,
which later, believe
it or not, turned into
snow. What was
this? We left Long
_ Island in mild tem-
peratures only to run
into cold weather and snow. Traffic
slowed as we drove along through bliz-
zardlike conditions. Later, we'd see a
small flock of robins feeding along the
roadside. I'm sure they had no thoughts
of heading north with such weather. Our
persistence paid off as we kept driving
for soon the snow changed to rain and
then to a drizzle. We were in cotton
`We stopped at a rest stop
on our way and met other
Southolders heading
south, showing what a
small world it truly is.'
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75 Years Ago
Jan. 30, 1920
Milkless: A milk famine has struck East Marion.
William Furst and Robert Mack, who have conducted a dairy
for many years, have discontinued the same and this most
important part of the daily diet is sadly missed. We hope
some way will be provided soon for the village to get milk.
50 Years Ago
Feb. 2, 1945
Grumman on the Big Screen: Long Islanders
who helped to design, fabricate, assemble and test Grum-
man Avengers and Grumman Hellcats will get an extra
thrill from their 75 minutes spent viewing the Navy's newly
released Technicolor motion picture, "The Fighting Lady."
For Grumman airplanes take stellar roles in this wholly
realistic production of life on board a carrier, which will be
shown at the Greenport Theatre Friday and Saturday.
When you see from the cockpit of a fighter or torpedo
plane the terrific density of enemy flak and when you see
deck shots of the homecoming landings of planes that have
flown straight through the worst the enemy could put up,
then and only then do you realize how well your neighbors
at Grumman have designed and built these airplanes that fly
with the Navy.
Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh
MOCKINGBIRD — Traveling through the south we always find the mock-
ingbird close at hand for this is his territory. It is odd to think this southern
bird has only moved up into our area in the last 30 to 40 years.
country and every once in a while we'd
see fields with remnants of white cotton
hanging from stems that were passed by
the picker.
It was here we saw the deserted old
cabins, backhouses and tobacco - drying
buildings. These always lay heavy on
my mind for I think of the families that
once lived there. What stories and hard-
ships they could tell. Occasionally we'd
see one with its trail of wood smoke ris-
ing from a leaning chimney, letting us
know there was still life going on in
there. Old abandoned cars and some-
times an array of laundry were in some
of the backyards. We still have a lot of
people who haven't seen the "good life"
as yet in this country. I'm afraid it's too
easy to pass it all by and forget about it.
The night would be spent in Santee State
Park on Lake Marion in South Carolina,
a spot we'd stayed at many years ago
25 Years Ago
Feb. 6, 1970
Flickers Under Fire: "The day I really got mad
was the day when we talked about it in Spanish class,"
began Anne Marie O'Brien, a sophomore at Greenport
High School, "and Mr. Campbell suggested we have a
demonstration against the theater." Anne Marie was mad —
and determined to do something about the X and R rated
films which United Artists continues to send to the Green -
port theater.
Anne Marie asked the Greenport Police if she and her
friends could have a demonstration. The police said no,
because they don't have a riot squad, and all those demon-
strators would get out of control. And besides, they would
need a parade permit. So Anne Marie asked Mayor Levine
if she could get a parade permit. He did not think much of
the idea, and suggested a petition would be the best thing to
start. A petition was circulated through the school and left
at Paradise, Harrell's Barber Shop, Preston's Market,
Hoppy's and Sportsman's. Already they have 400 signa-
tures on the petition.
Supervising principal Richard Manwaring also wrote
United Artists, requesting higher grade films for students.
United Artists canceled an X rated film scheduled three
weeks later.
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Our third day was spent in Savannah,
Ga., exploring that wonderful city and
visiting with old friends. What a rich
heritage the south has and to drive
through the streets of Old Savannah with
its big live oaks draped with Spanish
moss is truly an experience.
The Savannah Sights
Our friends told us of a state park on
the ocean called Hunting Island State
Park they said we would have to visit
and so the next day we headed northeast.
On our way we stopped at the Savannah
Wildlife Refuge, a huge freshwater
marsh where we found a great variety of
ducks and land birds. I saw the largest
number of ring- necked ducks I'd ever
seen — hundreds of them. It's a duck we
seldom see on the North Fork because
we don't have enough fresh water to
draw them. Marratooka Lake and Laurel
Lake are the best places to see these
small, handsome black and whitish
ducks.
Barbara spotted a pair of wood ducks
and further along we had shovelers,
green- winged teal, gadwall and others.
At the refuge parking lot we saw a
phoebe (a flycatcher) along with mock-
ingbirds, tufted titmice, kinglets, gnat -
catchers and red - shouldered and harrier
hawks. But the best sighting of the day
was a bald eagle perched on a dead tree
just off the highway. To me, the trip was
becoming more and more worthwhile.
As we went to the park we passed
along the waterways of this marshy low
country to the east. Pelicans, terns, gulls,
sanderlings, cormorants, kingfishers and
others all showed up along the way. Our
campsite was on the edge of the mighty
Atlantic Ocean that had just recently
devastated the park's dunes and beaches,
but then that was not new to us. We have
only to look at our own south shore to
see that recurring tragedy. Right now it's
time for bed. My eyes are getting bleary.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be another
beautiful day in the sunny south.