John Landess
Rex,
Sorry, but better late than never.....My Orchard Park Story.
I attended Dexter Consolidated Farm School in the 4th grade. One of my buddies was named Arizona Barnes and he lived at the Ex-POW camp/now apartments of Orchard Park. He kept telling me about all the cool stuff around there in some of the buildings, and finally convinced me that I should go home with him and spend the night.
As we rode the same bus, that was no problem, other than letting my folks know. We lived on some way out farm road, a distance from the next place, but the girl who lived there said she would bike down and leave a note for my folks. I wrote it but, UNFORTUNATELY, she forgot or something on the delivery.
I had a great time going through some of the unconverted barracks with Arizona looking at lots of German graffiti and piles of junk, until all of a sudden, my Dad arrived and loaded me up. My Mom had went all over, starting at the school searching for me. Last stopping at the girl's home to see if they had seen me, and then found out where I had disappeared to.
Needless to say, The fun that I had was definitely offset by the whacking I got at home.
Moral of this story: Making major decisions in the 4th grade can lead to bad results!
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