 The view of New Buffalo High School (aka the new school) from the water tower. |
New Buffalo Memories, Icebergs and Other Winter Attractions
The mighty oaks that dominated the landscape in our neighborhood clung to their leaves each fall long after the other deciduous trees had shed their own. Never as brightly colored, they offered an earthy hued backdrop for the vibrant red and yellow of the maples and sassafras that brightened the days of early fall, even as those days grew shorter and shorter.
Inevitably, and without warning, a fall storm would lash the area with high winds and rains that blew sideways across the spectrum of our outdoor world, driving us inside, but not without a measure of gleeful anticipation. For the beast that blew outside set the stage for the season to follow as it stripped the dried foliage from the tips of a million swinging branches. No longer supple enough to cling to their patrons, driven erratically across the panorama, natures once richest greenery would soon find itself scooped into huge piles and burned in a scene repeated year after year. Read More 
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