
Today was exhausting. After many errands at the farm to get the meat for Easter dinner, the farmers market for other provisions, and then off to the flower shop for flowers for the house, it seemed a day of errands and preparations. I dropped a few things off at my uncle's house he requested and stayed for a visit, even though he and family will be at the Casa for Easter dinner tomorrow. When I left, I decided to take a nice walk around Italian Lake since my late aunt and Uncle live right across the street from the lake. Good to clear the mind, and it was a nice day to get out and go for a walk.
Italian Lake is around a 10-acre park in Harrisburg Uptown neighborhood and built around the 1930's. The lake is a manmade lake, formal gardens in the summer, a Japanese Harmony bridge and a beautiful fountain "Dance of the Eternal Spring, that emerges from the center of the lake. Antique style streetlights and a bandstand for summer performances are also featured. The fountain itself has a huge backstory. In 1909 Milton Hershey made a verbal agreement with Giuseppe Donato, an Italian sculptor from Philadelphia, to make a garden fountain for the lawn of his mansion in Hershey. But once completed, Hershey refused the fountain's price tag of $30,000, and refused the fountain. It remained uncrated and in storage at the Hershey Railroad for two years. Even after Hershey lost the court case Donato filed against him, Hershey still wouldn't feature the fountain and ultimately gave it to the city of Harrisburg where after two locations, the fountain and dancing nymphs ended up at Italian Lake where's it's resided since 1971. It sure is a pretty park and waterfowl to be seen.
I can remember when my aunt and uncle moved back to PA and settled in the house across the street from Italian Lake. My mother and her regaled me with the stories when they were small kids, my grandmother would get the whole family dressed, all 6 kids and her and my grandfather in their Easter finery, and would leave Bellview Park where they lived, and head to Italian Lake, where it would be mobbed with city folk out and about strolling around the lake and its paths in their Easter ensembles and hats. The park itself would be overflowing with blooming bulbs.
My how times have changed.




















