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 safel...