For The Love Of Kinderhook




 Monday’s travels in New York State brought me through the tiny hamlet of Kinderhook. Kinderhook is probably the first small town I fell in love with because of its name alone. I think it’s because “Kinder” is part of the name, which in German means “children”, as in kindergarten, which is literally “Children’s Garden.” Kinderhook, also a German name, translates to English as, “Children’s corner.” That’s a lot of youth, this “kinder” stuff, a good time in the human experience for sure.

So I like Kinderhook quite a bit. I’ve only been up and down the main drag on route 9. Lacking verse in architecture, I can’t say if it’s filled with neat Victorian homes or spectacular Susanian homes. The center of town is a block or two long, tiny indeed with only one traffic light. But if you look at all the cool things that call the eye, you might miss a turn or accidentally blow through a red light. There are lots of neat old pads on both ends of town- that’s how I can say it safely, best. Wise old stunning brick homes and some grand stone huts too, I would like to have one as a spare one day.


 Kinderhook seems like a place where magic could happen. I don’t say that only because of its name. I’ve been through there enough times to get that feeling. It’s peaceful to me. One could hang out next to a big old antique window in one of those old houses, put up the feet near a crackling fire and just watch the snow fall as one thinks (and possibly sips slowly on a hardcore adult beverage suitable to the occasion.) Just stare out the glass at millions of snowflakes dancing their way to the ground and think things together into a story that could be told, a fairytale perhaps.

Maybe one could spin a story about a boy and a girl, an in-depth account of their life together with all the struggles and accomplishments, smiles and sorrows. Sure, that kind of tale has been told a million times, all over the world, since folks started writing. But it would be deliciously different in Kinderhook. It just would be. I mean come on, this is Kinderhook man. Let it take you back to when you were just two feet tall with the imagination of a giant. Misbehave a little and get sent to sit in the “Child’s Corner” and watch magic come to life or life turn to magic. The choice is yours to make, the possibilities are endless and these things I can say with certainty because I’ve been through Kinderhook and I like it.


Comments

Linda said…
Even though I have not been attracted to New York in general, this makes me want to visit Kinderhook! Well done!

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