Daily Archives: June 21, 2008

A Chautauqua Institution

Today, my Dad informed me of the passing of historic Chautauqua Institution’s own “institution,” George L. “Shorty” Follansbee (see Shorty’s Obituary) at the age of 96.

Chautauquans far and wide knew Shorty, and his family has deeper roots than most residents. He will be missed, and our thoughts and prayers go out to his family and close friends.

Chautauqua has a tradition that is carried out on a Sunday evening each August, in its amphitheatre. Old First Night features skits, a performance by the staff of the Athanaeum Hotel, comments on Chautauquans and Chautauqua. A highlight of the evening is when the 5,000-plus attendees are asked to stand. First generation Chautauquans are asked to be seated, second, third until (20 years ago) when they got to the seventh generation only the Follansbees remained standing.

Shorty was an usher at Chautauqua’s Sunday worship services for over 60 years. He had a big heart and greeted everyone, whether powerful or famous, to a college student working one summer at the Glen Park Cafeteria like me, with a smile. And there was no “Good afternoon, Mr. Follansbee” because the minute you said that, at my ripe old age of 19, he said “Call me Shorty!”

We thank Shorty and his family for their dedication to Chautauqua these many years. Dee

PBK’s

In a recent post I stated that I didn’t cook for the dog. This isn’t exactly “cooking.” Kongs are wonderful things. They have red ones for moderate chewers, and black ones for serious chewers. Zoe eats frozen solid raw food so is of the serious variety.

She now has five Kongs. With a knife, I insert about 1T peanut butter into the large hole in the bottom, and freeze solid. When we both leave the house, Zoe gets fresh water and a frozen Kong in her crate.

On weekends, she waits impatiently for us to leave to go to lunch and a movie. She runs into her crate eager to eat her peanut butter Kong or what we call a “doggie popsicle.”

She used to be left with full run of the place, but a couple of years ago, she had a friend over. I took them out for a walk, then left them for eight minutes while I walked the neighbor’s dog.

During my brief absence. they flipped the privacy deadbolt (no key on the outside) and locked me out. No cell phone…. I went down to the office to tell them I was locked out and they offered me a key. Then I said “no, you don’t understand” and awaited the inevitable laugh.

It took a maintence man three hours to get me back in, finally drilling a three-inch hole and inserting an extra deadbolt with a key on the outside. We’re the only unit with two-keyed entry.

That’s why Zoe is crated, but the PBK’s assure that crating is not doggie jail.

Hope you’re having a great weekend. Dee