We continue our series of recollections by Carl Schmitt’s son David.
My earliest recollection of the “early days” was my father walking to Winnipauk to ride the trolley car into Norwalk to the foot of Hospital Hill to visit my mother. Every year her only two week vacation time was when another little brother was born. Eventually she would come home for a grand reunion introducing the new baby to the rest of us which was always a joyous occasion, a memorable event.
Summers were also happy times. I usually put on my red and white striped bathing suit toward the end of May and would only take it off after first frost in September. No baths either in the summer (I was, I believed, allergic to water) although I did learn to swim (doggy paddle) in Borglum’s brook and up at the old reservoir, which was enough!
I remember we kept the little kids from following us into the woods by enclosing them in the yard at home with a big stone each in their diapers. One time after about a two hour swim we rushed home because of a huge thunder storm, and lo and behold there were the two of them soaking wet, still straining to get out of the pouring rain, anchored in the yard. Mother was, needless to say, exasperated because she was busy at the other end of the house and never heard their crying above the storm.