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river bedGhost River

I live in an ancient dried river bed. An early version of the Genesee River flowed through here, but the last ice age moved it west. All that remains is the flooded mouth (Irodequoit Bay), a small lake up at the dolomite quarry, the trickle of Irondequoit Creek, and the corrugated valley.

I've decided this should mean something but I'm not sure what.

Joanne moved her practice to an office park down the block and, without thinking, first thing I mentioned was the energy of the ancient river. For an office-warming I gave her an ancient amazonite bead excavated along the Niger River in west Africa.

I have rivers on my mind.

I grew up along the Mississippi, though I didn't think much about it... except to heed warnings that it was dangerous. Put your toe in and you'd be swept away. As I slogged through high school, the river symbolized a kind of Huck-Finn escape route. Wouldn't it be fun to throw in a raft and just go... Ironic to learn later that my Barrett ancestors found their freedom by working their way up the big river from New Orleans.

I did a search of my web site and found that I make lots of references to rivers.

Life is a river. It is supposed to flow on its healthy way between its proper banks. It is not supposed to wander willy-nilly or spill out uncontrollably onto plains and city streets. But sometimes life gets too full and we go running for the sandbags and the sump pumps. What a mess. But the river will find its channel again. It always does. My comfort is in getting the designer sandbags and arranging them just so. Whatever muck I have to tramp through, my Wellington boots have to look really cool. [9.1.02]

I took the time once to look into the symbolism of rivers, but now I can't find those notes. More later... [continue>>>]


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PHOTO: ancient river bed. I live at orange dot. [Google Earth]

Glacial Geology, Monroe County NY by James S. Wishart

Rivers and Lakes of the Rochester Area by Charles F. Wray

The area has also gathered notoriety as Denonville Trail, where the French marched through in 1687 to battle the Seneca Indians just south of here in Victor NY.