My mother helping me to walk (age one) in front of our house at Roxmor, Woodland Valley, in the Catskill Mountains of New York. We spent all our summers here until I was ten (when my father died.) I learned to fish for trout in Woodland Brook and was given my first .22 rifle when I was eight. All my happiest childhood memories are involved with this place. The beautiful shingle-style house, built in the 1910, burnt to the ground in 2001.