|
|
Examiner
  • What ever happened to the spring on North River?

  • The year was 1949, I was visiting my cousins who lived on North River Road. From 1947 when we left Kansas City until 1951, we lived in western Kentucky near Lowes. A visit to my grandparents and the rest of my family was nothing less than very exciting. My heart yearned to move back to the big city.  Had adjusted well enough to the farm and the primitive schools, yet it wasn’t home and never would be.

    • email print
  • The year was 1949, I was visiting my cousins who lived on North River Road. From 1947 when we left Kansas City until 1951, we lived in western Kentucky near Lowes. A visit to my grandparents and the rest of my family was nothing less than very exciting. My heart yearned to move back to the big city.  Had adjusted well enough to the farm and the primitive schools, yet it wasn’t home and never would be.
    I was very close to my maternal grandparents. My visit to my cousins was just overnight, two days and one night. They had a television, wow! The screen was 10 inches and it came on about 1 p.m. every day and went off at midnight with the “Star Spangled Banner.” My oldest cousin was less than a year of my age, we had much in common, but I could beat her at jacks. Her sister was younger, and she complained because we always left her behind. Children skip through life, or so it seems as I look back.
    My uncle was remodeling the kitchen in their ante-bellum. He tended a large garden, they had 3 acres. He was a postal employee, he delivered the mail. My aunt could freeze the best ice cream I ever tasted. We ate wonderful casseroles, there was a spicy macaroni salad and I can still taste the fillet of sole. Mmmmm!
    While the adults worked and snapped pictures of us, we played. I recall that we skipped, galloped and ran up North River and strayed off the road. “Where are we going, I asked?” You’ll see was the answer, you’re in for a big surprise.
    We stopped and walked into some brush, then down an incline. Big boulders were here and there. The Boy Scouts had camped out here. This place has been an Indian watering place, perhaps Indians actually lived here.
    As I looked around I was amazed, I had stepped into another world. There was loose wampum here and there near the rock. I even found an arrowhead. The brush thinned out and the trees shaded a giant spring. There was a crystal waterfall that poured over the higher rocks. The trees filtered the light, only the splashing water could be heard. There was more than 40 feet of this spectacular site. Watercress crew in abundance. It was a sight to behold!
    We waded the cool water, we picked some watercress. My cousins had been there before. To this day I’ve never seen a sight more beautiful. We left with wet feet and a handful of watercress. I left with a memory I shall never forget.
    My husband and I searched along the area for these springs in 2005. Is it still there? We couldn’t find it. Is it gone like so many lovely natural areas are? We could only guess that it might be there in the midst of a forest where streets can’t go.
    Page 2 of 2 - Last Christmas with our Christmas letter, I asked my cousin Carolyn if she recalled our adventure. She didn’t recall the three of us going there, but she did remember the springs, the waterfall and the place.
    Such memories!
      • calendar