My Father’s American Dream

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My Father’s American Dream

In this episode, Dan Holohan shares stories about growing up on Long Island, NY in the 1950s, the bungalow his dad built, and hydronic heating.

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bmcservice

Great story. Great memories. Made me remember my families similar summer story. Only Brooklyn to Wildwood camping. To a bungalow community, Woodcliff Park, still there as well

CLamb

Those were the good old days when you didn't need a C.O. to move into a house you built yourself.

Jamie Hall

"We were all dreamers back then". Oh @DanHolohan . how true that is…

Mad Dog_2

Dan..do you remember a # on the Cottage? My Freind lives in Lake Ronkonkoma. I'd love to find it and snap a 📸 for you....Mad Dog 🐕

DanHolohan

I’ve visited it a few times, Matt. It’s not quite the same now.

Mad Dog_2

It's cute and it's plumb and sqaure. Ed & his buddy with the pliers did a nice job! Mad Dog 🐕

MikeL_2

Thanks for sharing, Dan. You bring me back to a time without cell phones, lap tops, computers, and technology in general.

We'd spend every summer daylight hour exploring, adventuring, inventing, & enjoying all things outdoors. Mom would always have to coax us indoors at days end.

With the frequent exposure to all the " hidden in plain sight" toxins - pesticides, pcbs, hydro carbons, leadpaint, mercury, asbestos, combustion fumes & other man-made, concentrated chems, it's surprising that cancers aren't taking us in greater numbers.

Teemok

Summers on Little Peconic Bay in a, 20's I think, beach house that my Great Grand Father purchased, on West Beach dr. were incredible. I mean idealic. Water, sand dunes and sea grass, lagoon, clamming with my toes, boats, phosphorescence waves in the moon light, Robbins Island, powerful weather and tides, good food, community, revisiting peers growing up year to year. I was so lucky to have those experiences. Even though it was only a week here and there. It was a cherished reprieve from my unstable poverty experience from birth to 13 years old 72-85'. It was a place of goodness, with a deep sense of family, home and stability. In a way I don't think I'll ever feel again. I cried heart break when it sold. Someone bought the last house on the beach row and knocked it down to build a comparative mansion. My family house is now the guest house to it. Thanks again Grandpa's. Thanks for reminding me of the goodness Mr. Holohan. A bit of American dream for sure. Happy 4th!