Saturday, April 9, 2022

It's Monumental

     "Tell me a story, Mommy".

     Most of us have voiced those words, although for some (like me) it was many years ago. 

     But, "Tell me a story, Mr. Rock"? That's probably less commonly heard, yet that's what I found myself saying just the other day. I was standing alongside busy Rt. 4, looking at a chunk of granite and, while this may surprise you, the rock obliged with a tale of hardship and heroism from the early days of the Revolutionary War.




     Of course, the rock didn't actually speak words. But a bronze plaque affixed to it did tell of the arduous winter journey of General Henry Knox as he and his men hauled sixty tons of captured cannons by ox team some 300 miles from Crown Point to Boston allowing General George Washington to end the British siege of the city.

     The 'Knox Rock' is located at the turn-off to Fort Miller and, as I was soon to discover, it is just one of dozens between here and Hudson Falls. That's a lot of stones and a lot of stories. Such monuments are meant to commemorate a person, a place or an event. Cemeteries are, of course, the most familiar expression of our desire to memorialize. Every headstone bears witness to a precious life and walking amongst them can be a moving experience.


State Street Cemetery in Fort Edward






     Then there are the blue post and plaque signs with yellow lettering that offer an historical tidbit about the spot where they're placed. But there's something about a hefty chunk of rock standing by itself. A gravitas that says, "Stop. Read my words. Remember this."

     I know. We're all in a hurry. Places to go, schedules to keep. I've driven by these markers hundreds of times paying no heed. Until one day I did. Stopped, took notice. I was surprised at how many there were and I probably missed a few as well. I snapped a few photos and took brief notes at each. I hope they're of interest but my real desire is to open your eyes to the monuments of wherever you are. Something happened here. Someone took the time and effort to place a landmark. All that is asked of us is to stop, read and remember.



     Let's begin our tour a little south of Fort Edward where this marble stone marks the first burial site of Jane McCrea along with a soldier named Tobias Van Vechten.





     Entering the Village of Fort Edward you'll see this plaque with historical information about the Old Fort House, seen in the background.




       
This one takes some searching. It's located at the end of Old Fort Street between Rt. 4 and the Hudson River, literally in someone's backyard. There's a bench here if finding the site of the fort tires you out.




 

     You could easily spend a day exploring Fort Edward's Rogers Island. There is a museum to visit and grounds to walk where you'll see a number of monuments pictured in the photos below.









     Two stones at the entrance to Underwood Park in the center of Fort Edward Village.




       

     Jane McCrea again. She's a really big deal in Fort Edward history. This marker is to the right of the school on a bank between spruce trees. Just a short distance up the street is another Knox Trail monument.





     

    


       Union Cemetery is across Rt. 4 from the Washington County office complex, midway between Fort Edward and Hudson Falls. Just inside the entrance you'll see three stones in a wrought iron enclosure. They mark the graves of Duncan Campbell,  Sarah McNeil and the (final?) resting place of Jane McCrea.




     Juckett Park is the handsome village green in the center of Hudson Falls. It's home to a number of monuments that recall everything from an early massacre to a recent tragedy.

















      Finally, in front of the Hudson Falls Village offices and library is another of the Knox Trail series along with stones remembering two famous sons, a diplomat and a poet. 








     It's only fitting that the poet William Bronk have the last words:


What Foot

We are shoes it wears for the time and then discards.
Nothing wears them again. Memorials,
they show for awhile what foot and where it walked.

 
  

Sunday, March 27, 2022

The 'Icks' of March



"April is the cruellest month" 

                T.S. Eliot


     Around here, March seems to be the new April. It can be a month that's tough to love. Mud replaces snow and for me mud is not as much fun to play in as snow. And there's not much green yet either. The lushness of spring is still weeks away. Without its white winter coat or its sprightly new growth, the world can look rather forlornly naked and, as with most of us, naked isn't necessarily pretty.

     In this age of Instagram there's pressure for photos to be beautiful, to show shiny happy people in shiny happy landscapes. But that's not real. At least not all of what's really out there. That's why I'm posting the following images. Washington County in all its dreary, bedraggled, late winter disarray. And I didn't even take some of the ugliest shots because I was afraid they would crack the lens of my camera! But don't let it get you down. Soon enough streams will be sparkling, birds singing, flowers blooming and all will be 'Instagram worthy', at least as long as no one takes a picture of me naked.


     *Washington County is currently experiencing a real estate boom so let's start with some fine properties for your consideration:


This Fort Miller estate comes tastefully landscaped with weeds and brush.
Lawn furniture included at no extra charge.

Another charming waterfront parcel.
With two campers you'll always feel like you're on vacation


OK, this one is something of a fixer upper but it does come with free tires



Ready to act on your 'back to the land' dreams?
Better move quickly because this barn won't last long.



     *Washington County is known for its scenic country roads. Here's a sampling of some of that scenery.





Bags of discarded garbage along Lick Springs Road

A pile of tires beside Harper Road.
They've been there for years.
Since no one is moving to clean them up Mother Nature 
is doing her best to camouflage them with weedy growth.

Enjoy the view of the Mettawee River from Upper Turnpike Road
It's just beyond the tossed furniture, appliances and tires 




A little further along is this drive-thru museum of farming history.
Hundreds of pieces of broken down, rusted equipment line both sides of the road.
With the high price of scrap metal this guy could fatten his wallet and do some serious beautification
in one fell swoop.




There's a rest area along Rt. 22 in Dresden with enticing views of Lake Champlain.
If you can look past the litter it's quite lovely. 

Beyond this sign on Larmon Road is a gully.
It's been dumped in, of course.

Thoughtful of someone to put this easy chair beside the old canal on Towpath Road.
Since the Empire State Trail goes by here tired cyclists can sit and rest for a spell.



How bad do you need to go?
POSTED signs are ubiquitous in Washington County.
Outhouses in the middle of open fields are less common.
Along Cary Road in the Town of Fort Edward.






Dead Creek and the Moses Kill are muddy messes as they shrug off their winter burdens of ice.




Wondering what else is in the water?
This is a field of bare, frozen ground plastered with manure.
Thankfully, it's a practice that's gradually being abandoned.
When snow melts or it rains the nutrients are washed into the nearest stream.
That would be Slocum Creek for this field.




Gullying and erosion are serious challenges for farmers.
Scenes from Easton and Shushan.



     *Mud Moo's...

     You hardly ever see a milk cow in Washington County, even though there are many thousands. That's because they spend their time lounging in free stall barns. Beef cows, on the other hand, are rugged outdoor types. A little copse of trees for shade and shelter and they're happy. At least until mud season when the combination of saturated soils and many hooves leads to the gooey mess seen in  these photos from Easton.











     Logging is a tough business anytime of year but it can be impossible when the frost is going out. This job in Easton seems to be shut down until conditions improve. Most guys are responsible and take a break until the ground firms up. Skidding when it's wet and soft can leave deep ruts that last nearly forever.



More power to you. These transmission towers have an other worldly,
alien look, a strange crop growing in this somber late winter landscape.



Bales with a view. Hay that has gone past its expiration date looks out on an umber 
Fort Edward Grasslands.