Moody’s Marina sponsored yours truly and my partner Mickey Luce in the Hanmer Guideboat Races, which we entered the first year [1963] of the event. We raced in the “tin can” division of aluminum canoes and the Moody’s let us use an 18-foot StarCraft, tough on the carry, but because of its length, gliding over the waves on the lake.

But back to excerpts from the Moody story on page one of the Enterprise covered by summer intern Julie Frank …

“Milo Moody appeared before the village board at their regular meeting last night to present a plan for subdividing a portion of his property into housing and trailer lots. The board raised no objections to the plan, which must be submitted to the department of health.

“The board also moved to rescind the garbage regulations enacted two weeks ago, requiring that garbage be brought to the curb. The vote was three to two, Trustees Francis Gladd and Kenneth Garwood dissenting, and went against the recommendation of Village Manager Stan Savarie.

Flashback

“Trustee Gladd also received approval to consult with school officials about bringing students to watch the Village Board in action, expressing a wish to have ‘local youth involved in local government,’ Students would be either from the junior or senior high school, depending on what the teachers recommend. [History matters — we had local government day in the 1960s when students would elect a Mayor and a Board of Trustees who would take their seats at the table and conduct village business during a given day. If you would like to know more about that process then ask Ruth Duquette Fortune who took my seat and became Mayor Ruth Duquette for the day.]

“Lee Haig of the police force was at the meeting to read a list of grievances. He questioned the board’s assertion that the new garbage regulations would save the Village $10,000, since under their contract the men whose afternoons have been freed to work at the dump, saving the hiring of another man, are allowed to charge overtime. Other items on his list were a complaint against the Village Building Inspector and a request that the board follow through on repairing a potentially unsafe guardrail and catch basin near his house.

“Mr. Moody’s plan for his property, Lot 14, between Edward and Duprey Streets, involve dividing the area into 53 lots. Those overlooking Lake Flower would be reserved for houses; the trailer lots would be hidden from the lake by a wooded rise.

“There’s a big demand for trailer lots, Mr. Moody said, asserting that he would be able to move people in as soon as the land is ready. He also told the board that he had had requests from several people wanting to buy land for houses.

“The board agreed with him that the plan had a lot of potential, and Joseph Duffy, the Village Attorney, promised to look into the proper procedures for submitting the plan to other concerned agencies.

“The move to change the garbage regulations came in response to phone calls to members of the board, and the personal plea of two senior citizens at last night’s meeting. Acting on a motion by Trustee Howard N. Riley, the board has decided to hold garbage pick-up twice a week during the summer, and once a week for the remaining nine months of the year.”

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Fun years at the Enterprise

When Ms. Frank was the summer intern at the Enterprise in 1970, she was in her second year at Radcliff. Jim Loeb was listed in the masthead as publisher and editor and I was listed as general manager. I loved this exchange in Jim’s editorial; the editorials then had to be locally written, no canned ones, and they had to be initialed. Following is Jim’s editorial, “Women’s Lib, Indeed!”

“It may have been noted in yesterday’s Enterprise that our pixyish Summer reporter, Julia Frank, joined members of the press in accompanying Arthur Goldberg, Democratic candidate for governor, on his camping expedition into the Mt. Marcy area. As is our custom, our Summer reporters are also our Summer house guests.

“Last evening, after we returned from dinner with some friends, including Roger and Anne Tubby, our visiting Enterprise colleagues, we found the following note:

“Dear Boss,

‘Armed with a flashlight and a jar of peanut butter your intrepid girl reporter plunges into the forest. If I’m not back in three days don’t for God’s sake, send the S.L. Rescue Squad. Just donate my salary to the Rockefeller for Governor campaign. (And then to give a lilting feeling, musical notes were liberally sprinkled around.) Off we go into the wild, green yonder.’ — (signed) Julia

P.S. Garbage tomorrow — [Julia was referring to the new garbage rules]

“Comment: We forgot the garbage despite the reminder. And we would like to know why our reporter-housekeeper was so certain we would find the note anyway. It was left, not on our door or on our pillow, but by the bottle of scotch on the sideboard in the kitchen! Women’s lib, indeed!” — J.L.