A few years ago I traveled to Stony Creek Connecticut with the hope that I would view the old granite quarry lily pond that my grandmother had hoped to see one last time when she made her final journey to her hometown. She did not take photos of it, so I must presume, given the time of year, that she was not lucky enough to stop and marvel in its beauty once again.
I had envisioned that the entire pond would be filled with water lilies. There were many, but not as many as my imagination had conjured up. There were thousands of lily pads that appeared to be a delicious meal for some sort of hungry bug.
The surrounding buildings are as beautiful as the lilies are on the pond.
A couple of years ago we went to stay at an old inn at the end of Linden Point Rd. I wrote a poem about the place and it is on page 65 in my new book “In Memory Of…” Little did I know how true the poem would become. I will share just a bit of it below this next photo. You can see to the left that the inn is no longer there. The people across this inlet bought the property and tore down the old house/inn. They wanted a less obstructed view. They took the two pine trees down as well but left the granite stone that had been used by the indians to grind grain. (It’s all in the poem.)
This place where I am sitting
Comes to fill me with delight
I know some day it will vanish
Erased from memory, and from sight
Is there a place that you remember that may have vanished from this earth? Do you wish that you could view it one last time? Maybe it’s a good time to go and discover if your memories still exist in that place.