“I first met Harry Kiesendahl when I worked in his Heintze Townhouse in Huntington, Long Island. I was a waitress there. I waited tables; sometimes I helped to make the sodas or the food. Harry said ‘to have a smile and be welcoming to the guests.’ One day, I was standing talking with the person who made the sandwiches and the grill lady, Sally. I was just chatting and talking, and Harry said, ‘You know I am paying you to be here, and I’d rather not see you standing and talking. There’s always work to be done. The straws need filling. Mustards need wiping. Ketchups need filling.’ That set an example for you about what his expectations were!
One day, Harry told me that he was thinking about how he was going to buy a place in the Poconos, and he would like me to come work for him once he got the lay of the land. The second year of operation he asked me to come up, and he said I could bring a friend if I wanted to, which I did. I brought a sorority sister. The two of us worked that year, and it was very different than what it looks like today. We washed all the dishes by hand; there was no dishwasher. But it was a wonderful place to work. Harry had big expecations for his staff with work, yet he was exceptionally kind and generous with his time for us. He taught us to water ski. He wanted us to learn a new sport and have fun at the lake, and that’s where we spent our time.
The following year, Harry said, ‘you know, we probably need more people waiting the tables.’ So my other sorority sisters came, including my friend Gretchen. There were a total of nine girls altogether that I brought to Woodloch.”