Remembering Who We Are….16
Feist’s Old Lane
•July 10, 2024•
by Janet Roney
I always thought there was something odd about Feist’s old lane. It was not on the land as it curved up to their house on top of the bluff overlooking the Jonathan Creek bottomland…it was in the land. As we rode up to their house in my school bus, the lane was so deep that the bases of the fence posts lining the lane were even with the middle of the school bus windows. In front of Feist’s house, several steps led up from the lane to the boardwalk leading to their front door. When Ancil Perrine, the driver, turned the bus around to go back down to the main road, it had to be lined up just right to get back into the lane groove between high bare banks of soil on either side. (The lower part of the lane was reworked, but the part running along the top of the bluff is still there.)