Coolest Small Town

Dad was returning home to New Jersey from his post-War job at Cornell University. (Housing was very scarce for a time, and my Mother and I were not able to join him for almost a year.) The trip was a Friday ritual for him. As he drove through Owego on that warm autumn day, the carillon at the Episcopal Church was in full throat. As Dad moved slowly through the "rush hour" traffic on North Avenue, he was deeply moved. "I knew that I wanted to live in a small town where I could hear those bells every day" he told me. It was 5 years before a job at IBM and available renting housing made the move to Owego possible. He and Mom were forever mindful of the beauty and the comforts of that small town. All because of the carillon!