On Pinecliff Lake; riding an early ‘boat trailer'

| 28 Sep 2011 | 02:14

    The next place of business was Koehlein's store, at 1467 Union Valley Road, they had candies, tobaccos, newspapers, and ice cream, and a couple gas pumps out front but did not sell much gas. There were two tennis courts in back of the store which really got busy when the Jecker family took over the business. They arranged tennis tournaments on the weekends. Traffic on Saturdays and Sundays was bad, as cars parked on both sides of the road making others traveling through pull off in spots so some one could get past; real gridlock on the weekends. The wide span or entrance was the main entrance to Pinecliff Lake. On each side of the roadway were two cement piers with a big sign in between "Entrance To Pinecliff Lake", the piers were white and the sign was blue. The real estate office was on the left hand side of the road where the Century 21 Real Estate office is now. That's where Mrs. La Roe, Lou Brown, and Joseph Gormley were the agents for renting homes and sales. There were only a couple of all-year-round homes in the development. All the others were summer homes; no heat or water. The water was supplied by the reservoir up at the top of Cliff Road; all done by gravity feed. A large pipe brought the water down to the main line along Bearfort Road and across the lake to Pinecliff Lake Drive, with feeder lines off that to the homes. The water was shut off just after the end of October and turned on again about first of May. This was some job because all the lines had to shut off and drained as they ran along atop the ground or just down a couple inches. Also, all the pipes in each of the homes had to be drained. Arthur Wilson was the man in charge of everything at the lake. He had to take care of the water system and the roads. All the streets were dirt and he leveled them with the big grader and made sure all drainage ditches were open, plus any other repairs that came up around the development. The clubhouse is not much different than back in the 30s. There was a couple in charge of the clubhouse, Willie and Anna Pfeiffer, I think that's the right spelling, they are not around to ask. They frowned upon us kids from that other lake coming over there but we managed to sneak over in the evenings and have fun with the girls. Don't know who may ever read this story so I'd better not go into any details. Fishing was good off the dam near the spillway, we caught some nice perch and bass there, but once in a while they would spot us and chase and make us throw any fish back, unless we saw them coming and run off to the road. I'll never forget the times we had with the wagon that Goebel's carried his rowboat on. He had this four-wheel horse buggy that only consisted of four wheels, two axles, a frame up the middle and rope around the front axle near the wheels for steering. We would lift the boat off and ride down the hill. Boy, could that roll. One night we were really moving down the hill and the steering rope broke. Into the ditch we went and broke all the spokes out of the wheels on the right side. We picked up the spokes dragged the wagon back up the hill, put the boat back on it and laid the spokes by the wagon. I bet that puzzled him for a while. Somehow he found out that some kids had done it but, there again, what kids would do a thing like that? Next time, we'll take a visit to Vista Lane, and Fred Mills business making caramel popcorn for the theater from a shed on his property. Arthur H. Cahill