And together we melt like the snow… Some day, on way or another, I’ll leave these scrabbly hills. I’ve lived around here for 30 years, yet it’s not really home, not a like a place experienced in childhood. I did come up here once as a child. Probably in 1957 or 1958 when my parents drove my grandparents up to Valeria for their getaway from the Bronx. I remember that ancient Furnace Dock Road on a cool autumn day. This seemed the deep country back then. Would that the Bronx had been rebuilt and that the exodus north had not happened, that this deep country had stayed that way.
When the New Croton Dam was completed in 1906, the reservoir backed up the lower Hunter Brook from its mouth at the Croton River to a point about a mile and a half north along the Yorktown-Cortlandt border. Here we are looking at this arm of the reservoir on a mild February 1. This may be the calm before the storm as a major nor’easter is being born in the upper Gulf of Mexico. It is gathering itself for a run up the east coast. That's the Community Church of Yorktown on Baptist Church Road, also today. And last is the beautiful graveyard next to the church. Remember, click on images to enlarge. Today's post is dedicated to Dale Saltzman, who in his timeless wisdom explained to me that Goundhog Day (tomorrow) represents our turn toward Spring - the day when we really first notice that the sun has in fact climbed higher in the sky, that it can warm the chilly air.
