From the Syracuse Post-Standard, Sun., Sept. 23, 1945
Just a fleeting memory of an old-time Syracusan who also was prominent
along the Hojack 40 years ago:
Louis Windholtz owned and operated a canning factory at Parish for many
years. He was a kindly man, with a keen sense of humor as the subjoined
trifle will show.
I was a "student: at the Parish station, learning (I hoped) to be a
telegrapher. I was alone in the office one day, Agent Shaver having gone to
the village for a short time.
Mr. Windholtz came in and inquired about something, the details of which
I do not recall. Blown up with pride at being in charge of the office for
even so brief a period, I gave him the kind of answer which was known, in
those times, as 'fresh."
Louis eyed me for a long moment; his eyes twinkled and he said:
"Ach so! Venn ve sveep der floor, ve run der railroadt, 'nicht wahr."
The Days of Old, the days of Gold,
When skies were blue and fair;
Ah, knew not I that these would die,
Or, if I knew, would care.
But Memory is a living thing,
Or gay, or sad it be -
And, so I say to you today,
"Thank God for Memory!"
