Summers on the river

I learned how to row a boat before I learned to ride a bike. When I think of growing up, I remember summers at my grandparents' cottage on the Susquehanna. I lived from summer to summer to be on the river. It was wide, dotted with islands, stone shallow in many places in the summer, with deeper green channels where barges used to run.

For many years, two paddle-wheel ferries crossed the Susquehanna at Millersburg--the Eagle and the Falcon. This crossing carried a Mennonite family.