It's All About the Journey

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Fort Hill, Oxford, New York


Fort Hill stands on the eastern side of the Chenango River, here in Oxford, New York.  Archeological findings report Indian village.  At a height safe from rising waters, the location afforded a lookout for these people.  Hence the white folk took over, don’t we do that a lot?

Today stands Oxford Academy Middle School, once a private school, the village library (once a Burr home), the village fire station, the community church and parish, the Henderson’s home, which used to be a dental office/home until some point in the 1950s.  

I love this spot, I can feel the history.  I wonder what it was like, 200 years ago…


The Chenango River

Chenango is Onandaga word for “large bull thistle.”  Google reports: 

Chenango, some say, comes from an Iroquois word, “O chenang,” meaning “region of the bull thistle.” Others say Chenango means “beautiful river” or “pleasant stream.”

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Evening Walk

The perfect day for a walk to my self-dubbed bird sanctuary–the dike, the abandoned railroad tracks.  Yes I found a few birds.  I heard some, too.  I cannot find the bird in my field guide. Similar to the red wing blackbird, but the wing color shape all wrong. No picture, they aren’t still enough for me (yet).  But, walking along the river I made some beautiful discoveries.

  
Forget-me-nots were everywhere!  These are, by far, my favorite.  I’d see them in the woods as a small child, and somehow related too them (we were both small).

Walking on the overgrown tracks, I spied homespun bird houses 

  
And then, in this grand meadow, this sanctuary I call “mine,” I found a home of another type

   
     Private thinking space, perhaps. Another day more clues!

Somehow, I felt closer to the spirit of Henry David Thoreau.

Nature can bring peace to the soul, if we give it a chance. 


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The Case of “Nature is Mightier than the Shovel”

 

Friday I found the tunnel that the groundhog had decided should be his home (or is it a skunk?).  I decided, “it’s spring, he can find a newer and better home” and shoveled the dirt back in, covering the hole then with an old pumpkin, by way of peace offering.

Apparently, the rodent thought about as much of the dried up pumpkin as I did, for when I came home for lunch yesterday, this greeted me.

Then last night I dreamt that the darn little thing not only dug a hole, he excavated the entire cellar!  Those of you that have followed for awhile know that I have this great historical cellar. Built in 1835, it was the foundation for a cooperage and brewery.

Apparently nature has no regard for such “tomfoolery,” and the score is 2 groundhog and 1 Mankind.

It would be interesting to do an analysis of that dream though. Readers? 


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Building Your Fortress

I was scanning through my photo files here on my external hard drive, where I have learned that is not only a safe place from crashes (well, maybe), but also a way to never ever find the file that I am thinking is “somewhere there.”  Anyway, I stumbled across some photos of a fort my nephew and I visited in Connecticut.  Interesting, but mildly boring now that I’m looking through the files.

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What were these forts for?  Protection.  Just in case we were attacked.  I’m trying to remember if our guide said that they ever were attacked.  I don’t believe so.  Money, time, engineering.  Just in case.

Those thoughts took me back to my visit to Wales in 2009 and 2010 and the castles Edward I (and others).  These fortifications were built and served several reasons (reasons that I’m sure were duplicated into the lives of those who lived near our fortifications here in America as well):  they were a presence that assured the villager of a place of safety, they were a reminder of the power of the king, they served as a lookout and a place for knights (and others) while they were guarding/waiting for an enemy to appear.  Most of these saw no action, but they were built with extreme care.

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These amazing feats in architecture are miniscule compared to others, I’m sure.  It brought me my WOW though!

I’m not sure I really have a point to this story.  Perhaps I’m just pointing out what we humans do.  We build, we leave, someone else either takes down or preserves and puts up a ticket booth.  I am reminded of the story I read last year about when the Astors owned New York.  They bought blocks of New York City, constructed hotels that were the top of the line for their day.  Today they have been replaced by the modern Empire State Building and other more convenient structures.

It does make you think about your own, doesn’t it?