Looking down Franklin Avenue (the "main drag") in Millbrook, NY
I've blogged about Millbrook before and how I love to walk the sidewalks in the village, eat at my favorite restaurant Les Baux, and walk the paths in the beautiful Tribute Garden... So I was happy when a
secret mission dictated that I go to Millbrook...
A little background: My first "real" job out of college was in the art production department of a local newspaper group called Taconic Newspapers (later Taconic Media) in Millbrook, NY. I actually started as a "paste up" artist, but later moved to ad design on the computer. I worked there for about 3 years until I got married and moved to Binghamton, NY where the (new!) Husband was going to finish his degree.
During my time at Taconic Newspapers was when I fell in love with Millbrook. It's a place that somehow has managed to retain it's "Mom and Pop" stores. I *think* Stewarts is the only "chain" type store there. They even still have their own bank - The Bank of Millbrook (the vault is beautiful - you can even see it in the lobby). I'm sure there's some inconvenience in having to travel a distance to purchase certain items (although at least now with the internet you don't actually have to get in your car - you can get the
best printer ink cartridges online or whatever), but the village has a charm and quaintness that is hard to find these days.
Humor me as I share some lovely pictures of autumn in Millbrook, and wax poetic about my old newspaper job as I stop by to pay my respects.
The entrance to the Tribute Garden
Despite the chilly weather, there were still some flowers in bloom.
Even the water garden was still looking pretty nice.
Looking up the steps toward the playground at the top.
No one playing today. Look at all the leaves in the sand. Seems like the grounds crew had about half of the park cleared of leaves.
Oh no! This is one of my and the daughter's favorite places to sit and chat when we come here together.
Luckily our other favorite spot to sit looks to still be in fine order.
It's been awhile since I've gotten to swish and crunch through the leaves!
Heading back down the steps to the village, to one more destination...
I used to have this little fantasy that one day, when the daughter is grown, I would work at Taconic Newspapers again. (Surely not in the art department, but maybe I could have sold ads, answered the phone, or is it too crazy to think that maybe I could have even written freelance articles??) But shockingly, one day, Taconic Media fell victim to the economy. They had been bought by the Journal Register company, and after a time, as so often happens when a company is bought or taken over, Taconic Media was shut down. Closed. Gone. Weekly newspapers, some of which had been around for 100 years - done. Dutchess Magazine and the Hudson Valley Guide (remember the little yellow book?) - over. It was heartbreaking to me, but I can't imagine what it was like for the people working there. That had to be about 2 years ago now or so.
Anyway, most times when I go to Millbrook, I feel compelled to walk by the old building and reminisce. Funny, one of the memories I always have when I look over the hedges into the parking lot, is of the time there was a solar eclipse and everyone went into the parking lot to watch. Currently, the building is still vacant and for sale. I'm sure I've forgotten some, but I can still remember the names of so many of the people I worked with/for 20 years ago...Stacey, Liz, Gene, Alan, Tom, Marni, Poppy, Barbara, Melissa, Diane, Terry and of course Ham and Helen... Good times, good times...
Here is the sidewalk bordering the defunct Taconic Media building... Can you blame me for falling in love with Millbrook, with this right outside the door of the place I worked?
I'm always a sucker and enter the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes, dreaming about what I'd do if I won... Well just maybe I'd buy that building and start that newspaper business again! (Except this time *I'd* be boss, ha! :-)
Did you ever have a job you just loved and have great memories of? What was your favorite job?
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