The following excerpt from “The Seven Storey Mountain” by Thomas Merton tells of Merton’s arrival in Western New York for the first time, as a young man traveling with some college friends from Columbia in New York City:
It is the association of that happiness which makes upper New York state seem, in my memory, to be so beautiful. But it is objectively so, there is no doubt of that. Those deep valleys and miles and miles of high, rolling wooded hills: the broad fields, the big red barns, the white farm houses and the peaceful towns: all this looked more and more impressive and fine in the long slanting rays of the sinking sun after we had passed Elmira.
And you began to get some of the feeling of the bigness of America, and to develop a continental sense of the scope of the country and of the vast, clear sky, as the train went on for mile after mile, and hour after hour. And the color, and freshness, and bigness, and richness of the land! The cleanness of it. The wholesomeness. This was new and yet it was old country. It was mellow country. It had been cleared and settled for much more than a hundred years.
When we got out at Olean, we breathed its health and listened to its silence.
I did not stay there for more than a week, being impatient to get back to New York on account of being, as usual, in love.
But one of the things we happened to do was to turn off the main road, one afternoon on the way to the Indian reservation, to look at the plain brick buildings of a college that was run by the Franciscans.
It was called St. Bonaventure’s.
– From “The Seven Storey Mountain,” by Thomas Merton. Excerpt from Part Two, Chapter One, “With a Great Price.”