Across the River

Alas, no Mega-Millions convertible for me!

Of course, like everyone else I did buy some lottery tickets, four of them. I did not win. If I had won, I made a list of what I would have done with such a large amount of money.

First of all, I would have bought a red Corvette convertible. Then, I would have purchased the largest home on Conesus Lake and my third choice would have been a condo in Boca Raton, Florida, one of the most beautiful places, ever.

My list was long, but there is no sense in listing all of them, since I didn’t win. I noticed that most of the winners had used quick-picks, but I had used birthdays and special events.

I finally recovered from my recent illness, a sinus infection, after taking antibiotics for several days. I attended church at St. Thomas Aquinas on Good Friday. The church was packed and it was a solemn and wonderful service which lasted for almost two hours.

On Saturday, my son Steven came by to visit me. He brought me a beautiful and unusual plant. The name of the plant is Sensetti. It is in the budding stage and when it blooms, it will have beautiful purple flowers.

It is a perennial and will be very hardy when I plant it outdoors. I had never heard of this unusual flower. While he was here, he decided to mow my lawn for me-it took quite awhile as my lawn was pretty high. He also put the new battery in my lawnmower.

There is a new little coffee shoppe which just opened here in Leicester. In fact, it opened on Good Friday. It is the former railroad depot, which has been nicely restored. I was given the information by someone who attended the opening. The name of the shoppe is “Gatherings”, and when I find out the hours of operation, I will put the information in my column.

The coffee shoppe is run by the Santuccis, who live in Cuylerville. Joni Santucci is Felix Valentino’s daughter. I have heard that they have delicious coffee and I was told that the place was packed on opening day. This is a great and welcome innovation to our little village. I am sure that our church group will certainly be their customers, after mass on Wednesdays and Fridays at St. Thomas Aquinas.

My daughter and son-in-law Bruce Seeber invited me to breakfast on Easter morning at Brian’s Restaurant here in Leicester. We had a fine breakfast- Brian’s has good food.

After breakfast, I hurried over to Mount Morris to attend church at St. Patrick’s I was a few minutes late. The Easter service was just wonderful as always, and of course we have that fine choir, exceptional voices and beautiful music, and Father Edward always has a wonderful message for us.

I was invited to my eldest daughter’s for Easter dinner. I prepared corn bread and brought along popovers to be baked before dinner. The dinner was delicious and I enjoyed watching my grandchildren-they were outside looking for the many Easter eggs that were put there by there parents.

Steven read my column about “Cannabis” and he also reminded me of some things which I had apparently forgotten. He said, “Mom, don’t you remember when Cannabis fought with that porcupine and you had to bring her to the veterinarian?” I had completely forgotten about that.

It was a really terrible thing-Cannabis fought the porcupine and won the fight- she killed the porcupine but hers was a sad victory for when I opened the door to let her in, she was covered with spines and she was in a great deal of pain.

I brought her to the vets and he advised me that it would be necessary to anesthetize her because some of the spines had gone down into her throat. The procedure took a long time, but it was successful and Cannabis made a good recovery- she was so resilient.

Steven also reminded me of how, after my little grandson came to live with us, that whenever anyone came to visit us, and they were strangers, she would take hold of the man’s pant leg and gently pull him away from my grandson.

If it was a lady, she would take hold of the bottom of her skirt and pull her away, she was very protective of him. She was very protective of him. This was so endearing-I can’t believe I had forgotten this. One day, when my grandson suddenly came up missing, Cannabis ran up the hill, into the corn field behind our house and found our grandson for us.

One of my neighbors, who was waiting for her ride to work, was suddenly attacked by this large dog, but my friend told me that Cannabis tore into the dog, who was much larger than Cannabis-the dog was chased away, and she felt that Cannabis literally saved her life.

One last thing I want to mention is that Cannabis was very fond of my sister-in-law, Stella Krysica and would walk around the block with her every day. She knew, instinctively, when Stella was in front of our house, and she would wait, patiently, at the front door until we let her out. She walked with Stella until she could no longer walk.