This week’s Photo Challenge is Path. I have a fondness for photographing pathways and portals of all kinds, making this an easy challenge for me. Although I prefer to use new photos for challenges, I’ll have to dig into the archives for this one because M and I are in Detroit for the Detroit Jazz Festival. This is another scheduled post.
The real sledding hill is officially open, as I discovered this morning when I looked out at the pond and found that M had written a short message in the snow almost in the middle of the pond.
You can see the pathway he shoveled in this wider view of the pond. It didn’t take long, after seeing the message, for M the Younger, Merdi, and I to bundle up and go outside to try out the hill and see how far we could get on the pond. I went for my walk first so only managed one run down the hill. I was too tired to walk back up the hill again. Lazy me.
In my defense, even though the snow has packed down a bit since it originally landed and accumulated, it’s still a workout taking a walk around the pond. By the time I’d been to the woods and back, I’d worked up quite a sweat. We were all pretty warm as the temperature today was in the mid-30’s.
There were a lot of birds back in the woods. I think that’s because the creek is the only open and running water now. There were plenty of animal tracks back that way, too. I was able to identify the raccoon, the deer, and the cat tracks.
Yesterday’s trip to Cleveland was fun. We took a quick trip to the West Side Market and then went to the Rock Hall. We spent so much time at the Rock Hall that we didn’t have time for anything else since we had to be back home in time for M the Younger and Merdi to welcome their friends who came over to spend time with them and have dinner at our house.
Our home was filled with laughter and chatter last night as the young (compared to us) ones caught up with each other in terms of what’s been happening in their lives. M and I made a deep dish vegetable pizza with a salad to go with it. M the Younger, Merdi, and their friends made cookies for dessert. The pizza was delicious and quite filling. The cookies were ooey-gooey-chocolatey goodness (and it was fun watching the kids make ’em).
This morning, before the sledding fun, we watched the movie “Up!” I thought it was a wonderful movie, full of adventures, with some sad, almost bittersweet, sections to the story. It was also a good reminder about commitments and the promises we make, and how well we keep them.
That’s about it from the Bogs for now. I’m hoping to get caught up with everyone via blogs and email this evening and tomorrow. We took M the Younger and Merdi to the airport a little while ago and they should be winging their way back to Colorado by now.
The house feels quiet… and a little empty…
But it should be noted that I am grateful to have had time with my sons, their wives, and my granddaughters over the past few days. Things are now as they should be, and I can’t ask for more than that. 🙂
(Lock 3 in Akron on Saturday night)
Our youngest son and his wife will be with us until tomorrow night. Life should slow down a little after that. For a few days, maybe.
My outdoor time will involve walking around Cleveland. If I don’t get in the full 30 minutes there, I’ll take a walk around the pond later. Just wanted to let you know I’m still chugging along with this commitment.
Today’s weather, by the way, is sunny with snow flurries, temperatures in the low 20’s, and breezy (making it feel like it’s about 14 degrees out there). I’m not sure if it will be warmer or colder up in Cleveland by the lake (the lake being Lake Erie).
It’s day 5 and I’m feeling like I somehow got far behind where I thought I’d be right now. However, when I think about that statement, it makes no sense. I am right here, right now. Where else could I possibly be?
M and I have been so busy getting out and about, and there is so much of it I’d like to share. I’m going to have to learn how to sum it up quickly, I think. Otherwise, I’m always going to be a day or two behind in my blog posts when what I’d rather post about is the current day.
Commitment unlocks the doors of imagination, allows vision, and gives us the ‘right stuff’ to turn our dreams into reality. ~ James Womack
It is raining here in the Bogs today. I thought about putting off my outdoor time until later in the day. I had just finished my yoga and meditation practice, and I was feeling pretty relaxed. I decided relaxed is a good way to feel when stepping out the door (not the back door, by the way, with the frogs but the door to the garage which is a favorite spot for spiders but they don’t fall on my head).
Rain is one of those weather conditions that usually keeps me indoors. When I was a young girl, I used to love to go outside and play in the rain. I did it every chance I got, something my grandmother, who was often babysitting my brothers and me, wasn’t always pleased about because I also had an affinity for mud. Jumping and dancing in puddles was a favorite pastime. I’m not sure when that changed. No matter. I’m going to learn to enjoy the rain again.
As I debated whether or not to take the camera along, the rain stopped so I strapped the camera around my neck and took my new camera bag along with me just in case it did decide to rain. It’s not waterproof but it’s water resistant and would keep the camera dry long enough for me to find shelter since I decided I wouldn’t stray too far from home. I have promised myself to leave the camera behind the next time it rains. That way I can go out and enjoy it without concerns about what I’m carrying.
The decision to stay fairly close to home slowed me down on my walk which made me more aware of what was happening around me. Or so I thought. As I was slowly, almost meditatively, walking along the pond, peering into the meadows to see what was going on in there, I heard a splash up ahead.
Usually when there is a great blue heron feeding from our pond, they fly off as soon as anyone starts down the big hill towards the pond even though there is a good distance between the top of the hill and the back of the pond. I was surprised and delighted when I turned my head to look in the direction of the pond and saw this heron feeding, not all that far from where I was standing. It had a long string of pond weeds in its mouth and it was chewing away at it a little at a time until it finally gulped the last 4-5 inches down in one swoop. Or one gulp.
I watched it for a while and then remembered I had the camera. I took a few shots. I slowly tried to get a little closer, more for the sake of a photo than to actually see it. My movement frightened it away of course, so I had to settle for listening to the sound of its wings flapping and watching it fly away.
There’s a lesson in that.
The Mum Fest
M and I had a good time at the Mum Fest. The day was chilly and cloudy, but I think the cloudiness contributed to the way the colors of the mums popped. There were 20,000 mums arranged in beautiful stripes of color throughout one section of the park. Vendors were scattered around the block on the streets, and a water ski show took place at various times throughout the day on Lake Anna. There was also a variety of music. While we were there Heartbeat Afrika were playing their drums and keeping a good beat going.
For more about the Mum Fest, follow me after the break (in other words, click where it says “read more…”).
Late in the afternoon on Saturday we wandered over to the town of Austin for The Dam Show. As stated in a previous post, The Dam Show is normally held at Austin Dam Memorial Park. In an effort to get the town of Austin more involved, the organizers decided to hold it in the Austin town square. Admission (normally around $10, I believe) was free.
The musical act we wanted to see (Billy Branch and the Sons of Blues Band) was not scheduled to perform until 7:30. We went early to scope things out, including the vendors.
We walked around the town square for a little while. There wasn’t too much going on so we decided to check out the museum which had extended hours that day.
The E. O. Austin Home (located on the Austin town square) is a museum with exhibits related to the history of Austin, including quite a bit about the dam disaster. The folks running the place are knowledgeable about the exhibits, friendly, and more than willing to answer any questions you might have.
I enjoyed our visit to the museum. It is small and the smallness as well as the arrangement gives it a personal feel that I don’t often get in museums.
I love that typewriter. I had one similar to it when I was a teen, having acquired it for a mere $5 at a yard sale. I don’t know what happened to it. During the years that I had it I fantasized about becoming a writer and typing my novel on it. I would have had strong fingers if I’d kept typing away on that thing. The keys were not easy to press.
There are exhibits on the first and second floors, categorized by type. For instance, all of the post office artifacts are in a section labeled (appropriately enough) “Post Office.”
After poking around in the museum for a while (and enjoying the air conditioning), we decided to cross the street and have a beer at the Cock-Eyed Cricket. There were no beer (or alcohol) vendors at The Dam Show.
To accommodate the show, Austin Borough will temporarily repeal its ‘open container’ ordinance from noon until midnight Saturday. Showgoers who are of-age will be permitted to consume alcoholic beverages only in the block surrounding town square. Boundaries will be clearly marked.
(From the Austin Dam News, Summer 2010, Volume 2 Issue 2)
Pennsylvania has some odd blue laws and laws pertaining to the sale of alcohol. Wine and spirits can be sold only in state run Wine and Spirits stores. All prices are the same throughout the state. To buy beer you can go to a beer distributor. However, buying from a distributor means buying in bulk (kegs or cases) as they are not allowed to sell beer in smaller amounts (6- or 12-packs, for instance). Six and twelve packs, along with singles, must be purchased at a bar or a restaurant. You can purchase no more than 192 ounces in this manner. You can take your 192 ounces out to your car, go back in, and purchase more, but no more than another 192 ounces. You are welcome to keep going back and forth like this but if you want that much beer, you might as well go to a distributor and buy in bulk.
They have a new thing going on involving wine kiosks and breath sensors in grocery stores. You have to breathe into the breathalyzer before purchasing your wine. If you’ve been drinking, no wine for you.
The Cock-Eyed Cricket is one of a couple of bars in and near Austin. Being right across the street from the town square made it convenient for those of us who were thinking we might like to have a beer later in the evening while listening to some blues.
In case you’re wondering what a cock-eyed cricket looks like, here he is:
They have a cute stained glass window with the Cock-Eyed Cricket on it. I was unable to get a decent shot of it because there were too many people in front of it.
We moseyed up to the bar and had our drinks (a total of $6 for three beers and a glass of wine — which just goes to show you how cheap this stuff really is — a price way below what you’d find in a more upscale bar/restaurant). Then we decided to head back to the cabin for a little while. It was a good thing we left when we did. The rain started just after we got to the cabin and continued for a couple of hours. There was lightning and thunder and lots of wind. What we didn’t know (because we had no means of finding out — no radio, no tv, no internet) was that there had been a tornado watch. We found out about it later that night when we went back to The Dam Show (where the acts had been delayed due to the storm).
Once the storms cleared out, we went back to Austin and enjoyed an evening of blues. Billy Branch and the Sons of Blues Band put on a great show and had most everyone dancing by the end.
That pretty much wraps up our weekend away. I’m glad to get to the end of it. Or almost to the end of it. I have a few photos I’d like to post that I couldn’t quite fit in. I’ll post those tomorrow.
Judging by the blog stats, I’m boring people with all this weekend-away blogging. Regular blogging will resume soon (although why people find my everyday life more interesting is beyond me).
Saturday morning M and I took a walk through the woods and meadow, exploring the area around the cabin for a little while. When we got back to the cabin, L and J were preparing breakfast. L had made a lentils and dill biscuits dish that she served with sauteéd asparagus and scrambled eggs. Great stuff!
After breakfast we all piled in one of the cars and took a short trip up the road to explore the ruins of the Austin Dam. One of the things that brought us to the area was The Dam Show, usually held at the Austin Dam.
Austin Flood Disaster
On Sept. 30, 1911, the Bayless Pulp and Paper Co. dam broke here. This concrete dam, built in 1909, was nearly fifty feet high; 534 feet long. Its failure sent torrents of water and debris down Freeman Run into Austin and Costello, causing great destruction and killing at least 78 people. This second worst single-dam disaster in Pennsylvania inspired legislation (1913) to regulate the construction of dams in the state.
(From the historical marker at the dam site.)
The dam was commissioned and paid for by the Bayless Pulp & Paper Co. George Bayless, the owner of the company, chose to ignore the civil engineer’s design recommendations, wanting to find a cheaper method. The purpose of the dam was to hold 275 million gallons of water in which to soak the wood to remove the bark before sending it on to be made into pulp and paper. During seasonal dry spells there was not enough water in Freeman Run for soaking the wood so the dam was built in 1909 to solve the problem.
Most of the damage from the dam break, so we were told when we paid a visit to the museum in the town of Austin, was caused by the logs being swept through the towns on that torrent of water.
Signs such as the one above were posted all around the dam site. We could be wrong but we decided the names are those of the victims of the flood who died and/or were missing afterwards.
Next year marks the centennial of the September 30th flood. The Austin Dam Memorial Association (ADMA) has big plans for the park and the remains of the papermill. It will be interesting to go back someday and see what they’ve done with it.
When we finished wandering around the dam area we drove over to the papermill site, or what we could see of the papermill site from the road. The plan was for M and I to go back on Sunday so I could take some photos but you already know what happened on Sunday. It poured! Since we weren’t sure we could get back there and since the weather wasn’t cooperating, it didn’t seem worth the time or the drive that was not on our way home.
As I understand it, ADMA’s plan is to get rid of the papermill ruins. I’m not sure if they will leave the tower up or not. I’m guessing not as it probably isn’t stable or safe. A gentleman at the museum in Austin said the tower was built after the flood of 1911 and that no one has been able to identify the purpose of the tower. He jokingly said it was to house the CEO of the company so he’d be safe from the next flood.
I’m sorry we didn’t take the time to try to find our way back there that day. It would have been cool to wander around and take some photos of the place. It’s unlikely I would have gone inside (doesn’t look too terribly safe) but I would have liked to get a little closer.
This was my “in a nutshell” version of the story of the dam disaster. For more information, please visit:
- The Austin Flood Remembered, an excellent account of what happened and when it happened.
- The Austin Dam Memorial Association website.
One of the aspects of it that interested me is Cora Brooks, the woman who first sounded the alarm when the dam broke. She was Austin’s town “madam,” running a “house of ill-repute” on the hill opposite the dam. Cora had some problems with the law a few times, being charged with operating a house of prostitution, as well as making and selling alcohol. A researcher in the area, Margaret Crosby (married to a descendant of Cora’s), is seeking a pardon from the state for Cora given her heroism and help she provided after the flood when she opened her home to those who needed food and shelter.
Yesterday afternoon M and I decided to brave the three H’s of summer (heat, humidity, and haze) and go up to Edgewater Park in Cleveland to watch the tall ships come in. It was a blistering afternoon with full and brutal sun shining down on us, but it was worth the discomfort to see the ships appear on the Lake Erie horizon.
I took a lot of photos but the haze, the brightness, and the distance were not optimal conditions. None of my photos of the ships are good quality pictures. I’m posting them so you can get some idea of how beautiful the ships are.
The haze did give the ships a ghost-like quality as they sat about 2 miles out, waiting to come in to port.
This guy was there with another couple. I’m not sure but I think it might be a Jesus doll. I didn’t realize they make Jesus dolls.
There were a lot of people out there, in and out of the water, waiting and watching and admiring the ships.