THE GOOD OLD DAYS IN LOPEZ
I have so many amazing memories of coming to Lopez but some of my favorites I would have to say would be walking down behind the house through the field and swimming in the Loyalsock Creek and playing in the waterfall. We used to skateboard down the big hill and crash in the pond at the bottom and also had a blast catching tadpoles in the pond, then catching the minnows and putting them back. I have fun memories of going to the freshwater pump to get a few gallons of water and my granny Jill Mosier would make fresh pies and meals with it. But one of my favorite memories is sitting on the porch swing with Florence Mosier, Jill Mosier, and Father Michael blowing bubbles. Another is going over to the church to help Father Michael with anything he needed doing. I have so many amazing memories that I will forever cherish. Lopez is forever a part of me and in my blood.
I’m Mark Regulski, and my grandmother (Olga Shymansky Cannon) was born in Lopez 19 August 1908. She was the youngest child of Theodore Shymansky. I know that you’ve met two of my mother’s cousins (Bob Logan and Jim Shymansky). I’ve been working with Bob on the family history by providing much of the research. I’m sending you a copy of an audio recording of my grandmother that I did 30 August 1994. She was 86 at the time. She shares some of her childhood memories of Lopez. The family moved from Lopez to Plymouth when she was about 7 years old. My apologies that the recording isn’t of the best quality (it was done on an audio cassette tape). My grandmother lived to be 100, having passed away 22 February 2009. Oddly, her father died on 22 January 1909! My grandmother’s sister (Anna) was Bob Logan’s mother. She also lived to be 100! Here is her story.
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Such great memories ! I learned to ice skate on a frog pond across from pajama factory.
Friend and mentor Bettie Peworchick Popso.
How it used to be.
The biggest “family” reunion I’ve ever seen
An orange for Christmas was unbelievable treat
I Remember Lopez
Even a front fender from an old car
The Old-Timers: What I Saw In Their Faces
Visits to Lopez
I needed some gas (19 cents per gallon).
Mr. Miller would ring the school bell one hour early on April 1st.
In Lopez, when snow was snow
My grandfather, Harry C. Moore, first went up in the ’20s to hunt on Dutch Mountain
I Never Hope To Taste Better Ice Cream
My favorite memories of Lopez which are many are when I was growing up in the beauty, peacefulness and simplicity of Lopez.
I can’t say that I know what it was like to grow up in Lopez, but I have a pretty good idea…….