September was always a hectic month when I was a child. We would always leave Huletts on Labor Day with our U-Haul trailer in tow. We packed everything – including the dog – and would head off. My grandparents would always say – Huletts turned into a different place at 3:00 pm on Labor Day – everything would go quiet, very quickly.
We would always head down through Fort Edward and stop at Stewarts where we would walk the dog. One year he got away and ran down to the Hudson River. As I was chasing after him, I remember thinking ‘this water is nothing like Lake George.’ We would travel over Bridge Street and across 197 and pick up the Northway at exit 17 because my father would say we missed all the traffic that way. Years later, driving that way always brings back memories.
We would always hit more traffic as we headed south, and our thoughts would turn to the beginning of the school year. My mother would always bring brown paper shopping bags because we used them to make covers for our schoolbooks. In our school district we always learned who our new teacher was at the end of the previous year, so starting wasn’t too stressful. My mother was President of the PTA so all the teachers came to our house for a luncheon in September so we knew them all.
Leaving the lake was always the hard part. There were no cell phones then. So, you basically “enjoyed” the ride. My brothers and I, along with the dog, would be crammed into the back seat of our station wagon and my parents would talk about the good things that happened that summer. I was always hoping for a successful year for the NY Giants, who I always rooted for, because I knew NFL Sundays would start soon.
So, wherever you are this point in the summer – in Huletts, back at your winter destination, or even on the road, a blessed and relaxing September to everyone. The NFL might even distract you from realizing that you’re not in Huletts anymore! (But maybe you are still in Huletts. If so – enjoy the peace and quiet!)