On Sundays in the winter, we’d go to church and then we’d go to somebody’s house for a
toddy. Sometimes our house, sometimes Willard Taft’s house, sometimes Jean and
Woody Bigg’s house. We’d go up into the attic and look for old clothes that we’d put on.
We'd dress up just as foolish as we could. We had great fun. Then we’d go to the ski hill.
One time somebody from the Daily News came over and took our picture. That’s Willard on
the left. That’s me in the top hat and tails. My niece, Jannie, is next to me. The next one is
one of the Nelson girls from Bancroft Park. They lived next to Jean and Woody. Then there's
Woody in some kind of robe, or maybe pajamas. That’s Jean on the right. She had a red
bonnet that was in my house. The photographer said, “Line up,” so we did. We’d go up and
down the hill with these outfits on. Of course we had a little “fuel.” Not much, just a little.
Marge Horton, 2012.
Looking toward what's left of the ski hill in 2015. Hard to believe
it's the same place as you see in the pictures above.
Google Earth view. The top of the ski hill was roughly
at the bottom center of this picture. It sloped toward
the parking lot that can be seen at the upper right.
The three photos above are from the
Bancroft Library. Date unknown.