Hoxsie!
From the Schenectady City Directory for 1862-63, my favorite image ever. Ever.
No, I don’t know what it means. I don’t want to know what it means. It is simply perfect just as it is.
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My Now-Urban Life
From suburban Albany to urban Phoenixville
My Now-Urban Life
From suburban Albany to urban Phoenixville
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I love hoxsie!
I wonder if it’s sorta naughty (hoxsie-totsie) or playfully poisonous (hoxsie-toxie). At face value, it smacks of hoxsie-doodle-doo.
BTW, thanks for the info re Dolly Park. I’ll have to hit a historical society next time I’m up. Today, I’m enjoying a guilty pleasure for a former girl from Scotia: a “snow day”, with fewer than 6″ on the ground. It smells like brownies!
I even know the answer, but prefer to keep an air of mystery, for now. I’m giving serious thought to renaming the whole site “Hoxsie!”
Air of mystery — I could riff on that for hours.
Recently, my son’s friend declared himself to be “a mystery, wrapped in an enema”. We didn’t think he knew…