Showing posts with label where in the world is Connie Zeigler. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 23, 2015

Hard Winter at the River and then Spring


Toads tunneled into the dirt
Trees stripped to the bone
Turtles sank beneath the muck

And so did I.

Green things and brown things
All the feathered things
Hid from that winter

Death arrived on the Flatrock, figurative and literal
Cruel to beast and man and watcher
Happiness mourned for the warmth

Time waited buried in snow and sleet
Bleak was the winter’s adjective
Endless the object of every sentence.

A frigid holiday forgot its gifts
No cheer as Christ’s day came and went
Come the New Year, still no relief.

Headlights dimmed in the cold
Pipes froze in the basement
Coyotes howled in the night

Winter poked and jabbed
Trees fell at its feet
All the live things shriveled, wondering how to survive

And so did I.

...

And yet I did. . .

...

At last, spring has bidden the sun
And the turtles onto logs
Tree frogs revived, proclaiming their survival.

Icy gray to verdant green
The river runs freely again
No man beneath its frozen surface.

Snakes dance across the grass
Weeds fight with wildflowers for dirt hegemony
At last the bluebirds came back to their happiness.

And so did I.

And so did I.


Wednesday, July 30, 2014

A River's Ancient Stone.


The Flat Rock River is less than 800 feet above sea level in Shelby County, Indiana. The river travels along and through outcroppings of limestone much of the way from Decatur to Shelby County. I’m a geology nerd and there are incredibly beautiful, very non-Indiana looking spots on the Flat Rock where rock meets river and runs along beneath the water.

In 1862, a geologist wrote that the origin of the name “Flat Rock” for this river couldn’t be explained. Apparently that geologist didn’t wade along the limestone bed or travel down through the terraced cliffs or outcropped banks that attracted me here. Those rocky outcroppings and the flat stone bed of the river are a big part of what drew me to this place. 

Still that mid-19th century geologist knew a lot that I don’t about the rock of this area. In his Report of a Geological Reconnaissance of Indiana Made during the Year 1859 he had this to say about the stone of the Flat Rock. “The Upper Silurian provides good building material on the Flat Rock in Shelby County. Junction of Upper Silurian and Devonian is found in the quarries in the valley of the Flat Rock. The silicious limestone in the beds of the Flat Rock did not afford many fossils." A “southerly dip was quite perceptible in the bed of the Flat Rock; at an old dam, the rocks were much rippled, marked and grooved by the wearing effects of the water running here with the strike. Immense quantities of chert and confervae covered some portions."

 The 1880 Atlas of Shelby County, Indiana noted that “in the extreme southeast corner of Shelby County… the face of the country is rolling and undulating, and the land is well watered by numerous streams. Flat Rock, Conn’s Creek, Lewis Creek, Tough Creek and Duck Creek are the principal. Part of St. Paul is in Shelby County … on the west bank of the Flat Rock River. At this point are located the famous limestone quarries, from which stone is shipped all over the country. The stone for the new State House of Indiana and for the United States Custom House in Cincinnati is from this quarry.”

According to the Indiana Geological Survey, the name “Geneva Limestone” was used in 1882 to describe the exposures of buff dolomitic limestone along the Flat Rock River near Geneva, Shelby County, Ind. The same rocks were later called the Shelby Bed. More recently the term Geneva Dolomite Member, part of the Jeffersonville Limestone has been used for this rock. “The Geneva Dolomite Member is massive to thick-bedded in its lower part and more commonly thin-bedded in its upper part. The distinctive colors are due to a high organic content, and near-surface beds are commonly oxidized to pale tan, cream, or even white. White crystalline, coarsely cleavable calcite masses, ranging from 1 inch to more than 1 foot in cross section, resulting from calcification of fossils, are scattered through the fine-grained dolomite matrix. Chert is present in some sections, and quartz sand is especially common in basal rocks.” 

By 1876, the limestone of this county was already appreciated as a building material. That year a History of Shelby County, Indiana reported that “The river beds furnish us with a most excellent substance for the construction of turnpike roads; and to what extent our people have availed themselves of it may be seen in such facts as these, that fifteen different travel roads center in Shelbyville, and that there are almost two hundred miles of turnpike in the county!”

It looks like the stone has been harvested along the banks of the river near my house. There are literally blocks of stone on the banks. Maybe that happens naturally, or maybe it’s leftover from when early homebuilders here took advantage of a rocky river bank to chunk off foundation stone.  Road builders hauled stone from my river to build their turnpikes. Pioneers nearby managed to harvest slabs big enough to make a porch (out of one huge rock) for their fine stone house in the 1850s.
That stone has been useful to and used by humans for as long as humans have been here, I’m sure. But it’s ancient stone. It was formed from the deposition of critters who lived in our shallow inland sea in the Upper Silurian to the Devonian periods---that’s more than 400 million years ago. 

And after that shallow sea receded, the glaciers came and went and their melt-off carved out this river valley, leaving behind, when they receded, this beautiful peaceful river. And the 400 million year-old limestone that runs beneath it.

  

Friday, February 7, 2014

My Year at the River. The beginning.

That's the river bank just outside my kitchen window.
It may take a while to explain how I got here. So I won't do that right now. The thing is, I'm here now and I'm going to see what a year here feels like.

"Here" is a much-added-on-to former fisherman's cabin along the Flatrock River in Shelby County.  I've been working on this place, with the help of friends and family and a plumber, for almost a year.  My original intention was to have it as a weekend place to swim and entertain.  Then, at the end of December, I sold my house in the city where I'd lived for almost 8 of the 14 years I spent in downtown Indianapolis, and last Wednesday I moved into the cabin full-time.

Now I'm trying to call it a "cottage" instead of a cabin. I guess that really more fully expresses what it seems like.  It's not particularly rustic. I have heat, a washer and dryer (thanks to my plumber) and a flush toilet. What I don't have yet is working tv or much access to the internet. Thanks for that alleged 4g network, Verizon, guess it doesn't reach into the river valley. But anyway, here I am at the river "cottage." Planning to spend a year and see what happens. If I can't deal with rural life after so fully embracing urbanness, I'll rent an apartment in the city again after 6 months. If I'm here 6 months then I consider it a good experiment. A year, even better. Maybe longer. Time will tell. And I'll tell you how it's going.

Thanks to my plumber, today I once again have water. This morning after giving the cats their usual bathtub faucet drink and before getting my teeth brushed, the water froze. Since plumber Dave and I have become quite friendly following the installation of washer lines and a new well pump, I called his cell and he showed up at lunch to melt me out.

Word. Basement crawl space walls need new insulation. I've been pretty impressed with the amount of insulation in this place but the stuff that's down there has become crispy. Crispy insulation doesn't insulate that well. But he got it going and put a utility light into the crawl space for heat.

Speaking of heat, the baseboard heaters in the kitchen started tripping the breaker yesterday. After pushing it back on several times I asked for some advice from my son, Zack, who said I shouldn't do that. So right now there isn't heat coming out of the baseboard heaters. I've done a bit of baking and thanks to big south-facing windows have gained a lot of solar warmth, so it's tolerable, but hardly toasty.  I was feeling pretty sorry for myself about the heat situation until the water situation seemed worse. Getting water back has made me a little more tolerant of a cool kitchen. Zack will hopefully sort out the breaker box on Sunday and I'll be back to only needing to worry about where all the stuff that's still in boxes is going to go.

Turns out the real estate figures that said this house was 1300 sq. ft. must have been counting the unheated walkout basement, cause I have not been able to figure out how to fit the stuff from my small 1065 sq. ft. former house into the livable space of the clearly not 1300 sq. feet of cottage yet. I did a lot of purging before I came. But then I'd purchased some furniture for the cabin before I realized I'd be calling it a cottage -- and Home. And I am minus two book shelves here.

Hm. It's hard to give up on a book or any of my good chairs. I'll make it fit.