Lots of good memories of Greenhill Park. When I was a little kid I'd walk up Lincoln St, then up Greenhill Parkway, either alone or with my pals. This would have been in the early fifties. I'd bring my lunch (Mom would pack Peanut butter and Jelly or Bologna). We'd play on the playground, swings slides etc. Then go feed the carp scraps from lunch.
When I used to go there, there were several kinds of animals in addition to the Bison, some sort of deer as I recall and others too, all penned up together.
Across from the carp pond there was sort of a wooded area where we'd go to pick blueberries every spring....I usually got home with enough for Mom to bake a pie.
At the other end of the park near the golf course there was a swimming pond I went to almost every day in the summer. We'd ride our bikes up Lincoln St., past Brittain Square almost as far as where Lincoln Plaza was later sited. We'd either swim or lay on the grass around the swimming hole.
Later as I got older I would caddy at the golf course.
Like I said, lots of good memories of Green Hill Park
