On Tuesday, June 29th the Old Men of the Mountain met at the Hill Town Café in Rensselaerville. The meeting was slow to get underway by people showing up at all times (which is OK) but makes for some strange conversations, with people coming in and joining conversations in the middle.

There was even the comment made that this or that OF is here and maybe they will know who was related to the fellow who lived in the yellow house on the corner. The OF’s that had already been in the conversation for five or six minutes asked the OG coming in (who didn’t have a clue) who the OF’s were talking about or what corner. That in itself makes for some real confused conversation. But as one OF put it – at our age with our shrunken brains – we are confused to begin with, so everything is normal.

What the OF’s were doing is trying to connect names that sound alike but were spelled differently. Some of these names that were the same were supposedly not related. One OF spoke about one set of names that sounded the same but were spelled differently. This OF said that quite awhile back there was a family feud and one group did not want to be associated with the other group or even connected so the group that felt it was disenchanted change the spelling of their name so that they would really be separated. It is good that is all they did, and not take up arms like the Hatfields and McCoys. One OF said that the Hatfields and McCoys were not related so that’s different. Another OF said it is not necessary to go into the past to find family spats — family squabbles go on today with one bunch getting their noses out of joint with the other and eventually some stop speaking to each other. One OG said life is too short for this kind of c—p.

One OF said that in his family one member is a pathological liar and is always stirring up trouble, none of which is true. It took some time before all the members of the family finally figured it out and now this person is not included in anything. One old goat said chickens and cows do the same thing. Quite often there is one animal that isn’t accepted into the herd, or the flock. In cow language it must get around that this particular bovine is a trouble maker.

The OF’s mentioned how green everything has been so far this year. The weeds especially are six to eight foot tall. One OG said he doesn’t bother putting the lawn tractor away because once he finishes the lawn the section he started at is ready to be mown again.

It was determined that it was (at least on the hill) the 60” snow fall in March that did the trick. That was a heavy snow with high moisture content, and the ground was pretty well soaked. The OF’s also noticed a lot of hay is still standing and not been cut and is reaching the stage where the first cutting, at least, will be a tad on the tough side. Its gotta be the weather, or there aren’t enough farms or farmers around to cut the hay anymore.

Those attending the breakfast at the Hill Town Café in Rensselaerville (and not having family squabbles as far as any of the OF’s admitted) were: Harold Guest, John Rossmann, Bob Dietz, Roger Chapman, Miner Stevens, Ted Pelkey, Gerd Remmers, Carl Slater, Ted Willsey, Jay Taylor, Duane Overbaugh, Rich Donlley, Bob Benac, Robie Osterman, Mace Porter, Gary Porter, Gerry Chartier, Jim Rissacher, Harold Guest, Willard Osterhout, and me.