Mabel's husband (not Allen's Grandfather, I never understood all these complications)
Bill Galenzoski, was one of the kindest, gentlest people I remember growing up. This is a
picture of him with my brother, Martin, in 1963. Bill is a whole story by himself.One
summer, about 1965, we stayed at Mabel's cottage across from the Blue Church. That led to
a couple of events my mother loves to perpetuate and embellish on each telling.
Allen loved motorboats but his father, Jackie, would only let him use the
rowboat. One day, we started rowing across the river and made it all the way to the other
side (about 2 miles!). We had a close encounter with a laker but all-in-all, it was grand
fun. When Jackie found out where we were, he scooted over in the motorboat and towed us
back--fuming all the way. In the final analysis, Jackie was right, we could never have
returned to the same place against the strong current.
During the same week at the cottage, we had a great time exploring the fields and woods
around the Blue Church. Hide-and-seek was more of a challenge if you could hide in
the long grass and crawl along to avoid detection. Unfortunately for me, when it was my
turn to hide, I crawled though a few patches of poison ivy. Nobody else seemed to have any
reaction but within a few days I was covered from face to toe in oozy, itchy blisters. My
face was so swollen that my mother put a raincoat and hat on me and put up the collar when
we walked to the doctor's office.