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  • It gives me the willies, the shivers every times I think of it.

    I don't remember the year. The kids were still young. My friend Judy was still alive.

    We went to Great Bear Farms often, nearly every day. We took a blanket, a picnic lunch, bathing suits and a book. We set up "camp" on the shore of the river. The book was alway about Narnia. We read through the entire series. Judy read to us, to me, my children and my children's friends. This during the hour between lunch and when it was safe to swim again. And after the kids turned blue and had to warm up.

    We created a group fantasy that we were in Narnia. Surely this quiet riverside refuge was not the same world as that other world we lived in, where there was anger, tension, fighting, financial difficulties, and troubles. Six of us contributed to the fantasy which grew, expanded and took on a life of it's own.

    We explored Great Bear, discovered fragile ancient gazebos, steam houses and old saunas, lean-tos, cabins, canals, wildflowers, wild apples, and wildlife. We found fossils of trilobites and pelecypods and wove all these things into our map and imaginings of our Narnia.

    One day, exploring along the river in a different direction than usual, we found it--the lamppost. A real lamppost, out the wild shore of the river, standing erect, propped up by river stones. I took a picture of it to "prove it was real." None of us could believe it. Every time we went to Great Bear, we went back to check on it, and it was always there. It stayed there all that summer, but the next spring, it was gone.

    We'd finished the series. Perhaps the lamppost was washed away in the spring floods. Or perhaps, the fauns of Narnia have hidden it from our view now that we're no longer immersed in their world. I still do visit from time to time. Narnia and Great Bear.
  • IMAGE: NOTE! This is not the actual photo I took of the real lamppost we found. Assuming it is still extant and wasn't ruined in the floods, I would have to search for it and do not have time right now. The photograph is at Great Bear Farms in Phoenix, NY and I added the lamppost in photoshop. The actual lamppost was further up the river toward the bridge. But it looked much like this. I chose a lamppost as much as possible like the one we saw.

    On photoshop, the photo looked good, but on Cowbird, it looks green! :( (On my monitor).

    This is a sprout from Diane Jardel's story.

    Today is my birthday. I am 67 years old.
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