"Wahonnisetsinahe"

I recall this scene of the horse drawn buggy back in 1945. My friend Andy White and I would wait at the St. Regis Church point and listen for the sounds of bells. As soon as we would hear it – we would get down to the shore line and jump on the rear runners and get a free ride back to Andy’s Dad’s “International Hotel” which was located on half of the US and half on the Canadian border. As soon as the driver and companion exited the buggy – Andy would grab the reins and we would guide the horses to the rear of the hotel where stables were housed. We would unhook the horses and tie them to the stalls and place warm blanket on both. With that chore done, we would go inside to for our reward of hot tea. Soon after we would return to the river ice and listen for more bells. Sometimes we would get a handful of silver coins too!

By R.T.