Sunday, August 12, 2007
New England and her lighthouses..This runs parallel with the Old Farmer's Almanac
I have always been fascinated with New England and her lighthouses. I love lighthouses in general but there's something uniquely special about the ones of New England. I suppose it has a lot to with the fact that New England itself is intriguing all on it's own. First let's talk about the role she played in our American history. The Pilgrims first set foot on Plymoth Rock and it goes from there....the 13 Colonies, the American Revolution, Paul Revere ("The British are coming, the British are coming!"), The shot heard 'round the world, The decleration of Independence, the Boston Tea Party,...Our Founding Fathers...and the list goes on and on. The history alone is enough to intrigue anyone. The other thing about New England, for me, is what I would consider her soul (if a region could have a soul). It's the feel of her land, her way of life, her weather, her coast... her people.
There's something about the thought of a crisp Autumn evening in New England with a slight wind blowing and the beautiful orange and red leaves falling to the ground as I walk down a country road and come upon and old steepled church, or an early winter morning before the sun comes up at the harbor, getting ready for a trip out on the ocean for some fishing, with a foghorn and a bouy in the distance, that gives me a feeling of comfort and a strange sense of nostalgia....which is odd because I've never been to New England. It's somewhere that I would love to visit and at the same time, somewhere that if I do visit, will my idea of what she must be like be disappointed? I don't know, but for now, I'll continue thinking of her as I do and reminiscing back to a time that I've never experienced except through things such as the Old Farmer's Almanac.
Her Lighthouses are something speacial. They are those wonderful beacons of the sea. They are beautiful to look at and also to listen too. If I could, I think I'd have a fog horn and a Fresnel lens on the roof of our house..the neighbors might not like it but I sure would.
I've never seen a New England lighthouse up close and in "person" but I can imagine what it must be like. Standing there in the Autumn chill just staring at these wonderfully nostalgic pillars of navigation.....just imagine what they've done, how many ships they've guided along that New England coast. Just thinking about the music that is made with those amazing foghorns as the lens lights up the fog in the night, as together, they bring ships around the rocks gives me a chill and a warmth all at the same time. Am I strange?...I don't think so, I just love a place that I've never been and things that I've never seen.
Posted by Carol K at 4:51 PM