May 17, 1963
Thursday. Beautiful sunny day 70. I ironed and wrote to Marilyn and sent Doug clothes. Set house plant out. Girls and I went to prayer meeting at night.
Comment: Doug must want his civilian clothes sent to his base. One more time to the Flat Creek Baptist Church for prayer meeting, probably a beautiful day on the hill similar to this. The view is to the west and Mount Utsayantha in Stamford NY is just out of the picture on the right. We could see the fire tower on that mountain and it was similar to the one on Hubbard Hill.
Here is the sad legend of the mountain:
"Mount Utsayantha got its name from the legend of a local Indian maiden, Utsayantha – which means "beautiful spring." She was said to have borne a child whose father was white, something that made her father, the chief, so furious he buried a tomahawk in the white man's skull and rowed with the baby to the center of a nearby lake and drowned it. Utsayantha followed her father to the lake and in her despair, drowned herself too. Upon discovering what she had done, the legend says the chief recovered her body and carried her up the mountain, where he buried her. Her grave site was believed to have been discovered in 1862, and although many doubt its authenticity, a monument was placed at the site in 1936.
Here is a link to Mt. Utsayantha....http://www.utsayantha.com/html/history.html
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