It has been quite an experience up at Bassett Medical Center the end of August and on into the beginning of September. I am certainly thankful for the excellent care and medical expertise received there.

If I personally could thank one and all I would readily do so plus all those behind the scenes. Yes, kudos for Bassett.

Because Bassett is an educational facility, I met a several young interns from Albany Med and thoroughly enjoyed reminiscing with the two from Massachusetts Institute of Technology since I attended college up in that Boston area way back in the 1950s. Yes, so long ago. Everyone was so busy but we did have a few moments just to socialize.

Speaking about reminiscing: It was back in the 1970s that we worked for Mrs. Alice Busch Gronewaldt and her nephew, Louis Busch Hagar _ Those benefactors of the Bassett network.

At that time, The Woodland Museum was in full swing and we were up there each day. In the early springtime before it opened to the public you would find us stripping out the floor of the building where the topographical map of the Glimmerglass and surrounding area laid. Imagine working on a freezing floor ... yes, there was ice. The stripping chemical actually froze as we worked. We "slushed" the floor into clean and presentable by renting an liquid propane gas heater.

We were young and eager to please to the extent of repairing the Deerslayer dioramas in that same building.

Having an art background came in handy to modeling a hand that a mouse ate, not to mention restringing the lanyard of the little sail boat. So much for seemingly doing the impossible, and so many memories.

The wooded area was still layered with snow when we actually gunked down the antique steam engine.

We wondered what project the management would next assign to our small janitorial service.

I recall these happenings with pleasure, since we always enjoyed working with a challenge and achieving a satisfying accomplishment.

My hospital stay is over but I will miss the lovely sunrise over the rolling hills. Each early, early morning I would awaken to this beautiful spectacle that our creator knew we would enjoy. And each and every morning I thank him for his love and for me still being healthy.

Otsego Lake's water is a dream when it came to washing my hair.

The water is so soft compared to our small village and you can just imagine having a lovely hair do without having to wrestle with a curling iron or blow dryer? Just a "scrunch" and let it air dry. Voila. That I will miss too.

But on a not too happy note: While at the hospital, the driver's license renewal for my husband sat on my desk. When we went to the DMV on the Thursday before his license was to expire and guess what? A doctor's exam was required because of having a heart operation.

The rest is history in the making _ because were are at a standstill. Doctors are booked until you know when, and so it looks like our daughter will be our chauffeur for a while, which, by the way, she will thoroughly enjoy.

Then, too, perhaps we will get an opportunity to "back seat drive" a bit because, as you know, you "reap what you sow."

I must thank all of the many readers for their patience since time for my last column found me incapacitated, but now I am back to my "old" self again and so thankful for all.

See you all next month.

Elaine W. Kniskern is a 77-year-old resident of Schenevus and a grandmother of five. She can reached at 'Senior Scene' columns can be found at

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