I noticed a few weeks ago that Mark Freeman, who used to write a weekly column for the Post-Star called the North Country Curmudgeon, died at 96.
He lived in Greenwich with his wife, Anne, and tweaked the paper’s largely conservative readers with his largely liberal opinions for 17 years or so. He started writing for the papers in the 1960s with a bridge column called “Hudson River Bridge.”
I liked a lot of things about his column but mostly the tone, which was cranky but rarely angry. His critiques of local politics or people could be scathing but felt more like the challenges to do better of a longtime high school English teacher, which he was, than insults.
Here are a few excerpts from columns of his:
June 2002: “The drug you’re hooked on that helps al-Qaida terrorists is — gasoline. Money that goes to Saudi Arabia and other Middle Eastern countries for petroleum finds its way very quickly to Osama bin Laden.”
September 2002,as President George W. Bush prepared to invade Iraq: “President Bush is rapidly dragging this country into what will turn out to be the dumbest and most dangerous war we have ever engaged in.”
September 2006: “I got pretty sick of the 9/11 celebrations last weekend. I suspect many of you did, too, but you don’t want to say so and be called unpatriotic, or worse. I’m a patriot. I enlisted in the military in wartime. I fly the flag, but not at night or in rain. I even voted in the primaries, which most ‘patriots’ neglect to do. I bitterly resent having to say these things before I can criticize the present administration.”
November 2006: “I don’t get iPods, or those BlackBerry devices, or cell phones that take pictures. This toy has ‘Bluetooth technology.’ What the Sam Hill is that? Don’t tell me; I don’t want to know. Believe it or not, you don’t need this stuff, whether you’re 13 or a 35-year-old suffering from arrested development. Get out in the fresh air. Go skiing, Shovel snow. Dig in the garden, in season. Get a job. Get a life.”
And from the same November 2006 column: “Scientology is crap, and Tom Cruise is full of it.”
Columns are a perishable medium, and their expiration date usually comes quickly. But Mark’s expostulations still refresh 20 years later.
Mark left the area in 2007, when Anne developed an ailment they believed would benefit from a move to Georgia, where one of their three daughters lived. Anne died in 2011.
I talked to Mark on the phone a few times but met him in person only once or twice. He seemed to me, from a distance, to be living well, pleased with himself and his family, his hobbies and his work and his home — meeting life’s biggest challenge: to be content.
Legacy of Trails
I’m not sure what all the ingredients will be of longtime Queensbury Supervisor John Strough’s local legacy, but I am sure his dedication to the creation and maintenance of local nature trails will be high on the list. What a cornucopia of trails the town has!
“My first trail was the Rush Pond trail — people said we’d never get it done,” Strough said on Friday of the work he and others began about 20 years ago. “It took 10 years.”
“Then we did Halfway Brook trail. People said the city will never agree to it.”
Key to the trail-building success was a state law that offered liability protection to landowners who allowed rights of way through their property for public trails, he said.
“Each one ended up being a good story,” he said of the trails he has helped build. “But getting there was sometimes not so good.”
Bella and I and Ringo have a lot of time available these days and have spent much of it walking through the woods in Queensbury. Hudson Pointe Nature Preserve, with its high bluff overlooking the river, is my personal favorite.
Strough is working on a grand connector trail now that will somehow get from Peggy Ann Road, at the trailhead for Halfway Brook Trail, over to Richardson Street; from there, down to the Feeder Canal trail, which leads to the Champlain Canalway Trail in Fort Edward and then12 miles to Fort Ann.
Northward bound
We took a road trip Friday to Donnelly’s Soft Ice Cream on Route 86 about 5 miles north of Saranac Lake. It seems indulgent to drive a little more than two hours for an ice cream cone, but Donnelly’s cones are especially flavorful, and the drive is lovely.
We stopped in Lake Placid on the way up so Ringo could take a dip in Mirror Lake. As he was moving through the cool, clear water, so was a loon — an unexpected sight right near a public beach. But Mirror Lake, where motorboats are banned, has a tranquil feeling even when the village is busy.
A loon begins a dive Friday into Mirror Lake in Lake Placid, while kids play on the public beach behind.
We stopped in Saranac Lake to use the public restrooms located in Berkeley Square in the center of the village, then proceeded north on Route 86 to Donnelly’s.
Berkeley Square Friday in Saranac Lake. The building behind the trees has public restrooms.
We arrived a few minutes after Donnelly’s opened at 11 a.m., good timing because the little stand attracts so many customers, the line often winds across the parking lot.
Each day features a flavor twisted with vanilla, and strawberry is the flavor on Fridays. The legend is that Donnelly’s has a very old ice cream-making machine, which is why the cones taste so good. I’m not sure. The current machine looks like different from the one I recall 50 years ago, when my family lived out near Paul Smiths and Donnelly’s was on the route from the village to our house. That machine made a racket, while the current one does not.
Perhaps the flavor is enhanced by the amazing view across the road of Whiteface and other high peaks in the distance.
Regardless, it’s worth the trip.
Bella eats a cone Friday at Donnelly’s, shortly after the stand opened at 11 a.m. Ringo doesn’t like ice cream.Ally Bourgeois, left, and Olive Maiore were continuing on Friday the long tradition of teens who find summer jobs at the stand.
Public bathrooms
Although Glens Falls does not have public bathrooms downtown, and it should, it does have them in the field house in Crandall Park, I realized recently. I’m not sure what the hours are for the field house, but it was open on a recent afternoon.
Not only does the Crandall Park field house have public restrooms, it has one of the few remaining pay phones in the Glens Falls area, not to mention New York state.
Fall?
I’ve always considered woolly bears the herald of fall, and we spotted our second one of the season recently, making its slow way across the gravel of the Feeder Canal trail.
There is a whole theory about the thickness of the lines on a woolly bear, that they predict the severity of the coming winter. Don’t ask me to read this woolly bear, though. I have no idea what the theory is, and I’m skeptical it’s true.
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Great mix of stories and content. Really enjoyed learning about Mark Freeman, definitely the type of guy I’d love to meet…sorry to hear of his passing, but sounds like he led a great life! Thanks Will!
I believe you write of the Mark Freeman who taught English at Glens Falls High in the early 60’s. Though I never had him as a teacher, he was advisor to the ski club, of which I was a member. He was fascinating to me for his edginess – quite a contrast to most of the other, more staid female English teachers. It was good to hear that he led a long, full life, and his quotes are classic. Thanks for remembering him.
I really appreciated the story about building trails in Queensbury. With more development, it will only get harder to build them. Doing it now will pay off for generations to come.
Much to take away from your latest column Will. I didn’t realize that you had lived near Paul Smith’s College not so long after I attended school there. Peter Cox was editor of the Daily Enterprise in the 1960s, so I’m guessing your dad may have come on board there after him.
As for curmudgeons, I wonder if we will continue to cultivate such colorful truth tellers in the future? There was certainly no shortage of them when I was at Paul Smith’s.
Red Parsons was a favorite among all the students. His store on Easy Street provided us with the essentials, and even a loan of some cash now and then, for such luxuries like a trip to Nancy’s Shamrock for a “big boy”. One of my fondest memories is the sign hanging in Red’s store that poked some good natured fun at his most loyal fans. It read: TWO YEARS AGO, I COULDN’T EVEN SPELL FORESTER, AND NOW I ARE ONE!
I wonder also, if you remember Hawkeye”s farmhouse in Gabriels, and his collection of antique roadsters that he used to drive around in wearing his big fur coat? Colorful doesn’t quite do him justice. Curmudgeon-Maybe!
Hi Lou. We moved to Park Avenue in Saranac Lake in the summer of 1971, then out to Hoel Pond, when we were one of the only families to live there year-round, on the fall of 1975
John S has made many starting points for his grand hike but does not allow parking at 3 of them, ie John Clendon and West Mtn Road..what and oversite or a ploy to the neighborhood.
Great mix of stories and content. Really enjoyed learning about Mark Freeman, definitely the type of guy I’d love to meet…sorry to hear of his passing, but sounds like he led a great life! Thanks Will!
I believe you write of the Mark Freeman who taught English at Glens Falls High in the early 60’s. Though I never had him as a teacher, he was advisor to the ski club, of which I was a member. He was fascinating to me for his edginess – quite a contrast to most of the other, more staid female English teachers. It was good to hear that he led a long, full life, and his quotes are classic. Thanks for remembering him.
Took the Post-Star for fifty years. Mark Freeman was the best columnist, Bob Henke the worst.
I really appreciated the story about building trails in Queensbury. With more development, it will only get harder to build them. Doing it now will pay off for generations to come.
Much to take away from your latest column Will. I didn’t realize that you had lived near Paul Smith’s College not so long after I attended school there. Peter Cox was editor of the Daily Enterprise in the 1960s, so I’m guessing your dad may have come on board there after him.
As for curmudgeons, I wonder if we will continue to cultivate such colorful truth tellers in the future? There was certainly no shortage of them when I was at Paul Smith’s.
Red Parsons was a favorite among all the students. His store on Easy Street provided us with the essentials, and even a loan of some cash now and then, for such luxuries like a trip to Nancy’s Shamrock for a “big boy”. One of my fondest memories is the sign hanging in Red’s store that poked some good natured fun at his most loyal fans. It read: TWO YEARS AGO, I COULDN’T EVEN SPELL FORESTER, AND NOW I ARE ONE!
I wonder also, if you remember Hawkeye”s farmhouse in Gabriels, and his collection of antique roadsters that he used to drive around in wearing his big fur coat? Colorful doesn’t quite do him justice. Curmudgeon-Maybe!
Hi Lou. We moved to Park Avenue in Saranac Lake in the summer of 1971, then out to Hoel Pond, when we were one of the only families to live there year-round, on the fall of 1975
John S has made many starting points for his grand hike but does not allow parking at 3 of them, ie John Clendon and West Mtn Road..what and oversite or a ploy to the neighborhood.