Memory

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!"