My father Kenneth R. Lane.. in remebering the good times as a family the riding down hills in the winter, dad would get us a n old car hood and get us all on and let us go. He'd fix up old go carts for us to ride. fix our broken down bikes for us to ride, the trips we'd take to Itacha on weekends to our grandmothers , aunt, Uncles houses and spend the weekend as a family ....the times spent on South street in Athens Pa, with Family and friends who lived on the street and the butter and sugar sandwiches gramma Lane would if us all for a bite to eat.. the fishing trips she'd take us on down to the river... The fishing trips we'd go as a family.....the many friends of dads the family in Ulster who we called Grandma Pelton....The over nights on Barkley Mountain In Joe Roberts cabin with family....Riding in the back of Dads pickup truck standing up as we went down the road laughing and enjoying the air blow our hair  and truly enjoying being  family.......Miss those days.....