Corner Ketch. Back in the day it was THE destination for your school, troop, church, group hayride followed by a bonfire, apple cider and hot dogs. Good times. And it was the country of Hockessin. A ride thru the hills. Decades later, laws and liability have stopped hayrides, open fires, and probably the old sawdust hot dogs we used to eat. Hockessin has homes–lots of them. And you posted a real nice memory of a place I didn’t even know people referred to anymore. Thanks 🙂
My step father was born in Hockessin, when I moved to the state in 1974 there was nothing there but a few old houses, a store and a fire department. Then again you could drag race on Paper mill Rd. and on occasion the cops would come out and watch.
Corner Ketch. Back in the day it was THE destination for your school, troop, church, group hayride followed by a bonfire, apple cider and hot dogs. Good times. And it was the country of Hockessin. A ride thru the hills. Decades later, laws and liability have stopped hayrides, open fires, and probably the old sawdust hot dogs we used to eat. Hockessin has homes–lots of them. And you posted a real nice memory of a place I didn’t even know people referred to anymore. Thanks 🙂
My step father was born in Hockessin, when I moved to the state in 1974 there was nothing there but a few old houses, a store and a fire department. Then again you could drag race on Paper mill Rd. and on occasion the cops would come out and watch.