|The rear of the Reber Home - Though this, of the oldest|
structures of Franklin Township, is in severe disrepair,
the forsythia and ivy once planted here by Mrs. Sarah Reber,
or eldest daughter Lillie or Lottie or youngest Ella, not only
still thrives here, but has completely taken over the entire area. Sarah died first
in 1937, then her husband in 1942, leaving the three unwed daughters to
carry on. Lillie passed in '58, then Ellie in September of '63, and lastly, her
sister Lottie less than a month later. The Reber blood line stopped there.
It is a pity this forgotten beauty cannot be enjoyed. (Click here for video.)
These plants reclaim themselves in the same soil of their ancestors, planted here with the caring hands of our ancestors.
All of us who have descended upon this time and place are free to enjoy them. We can revel in their unkempt wildness. They exist here in their present form after the many successions of suns and seasons have taken them through their cycles of life and expansion, to death, always followed by another renewal.
|Spring's freshness along the canal just above |
Lock #10. The green grass, the white dogwoods,
the lime green of the Norway Maple, and the
red buds of the silver maple, planted by others so long
ago yet can still be enjoyed today.
I don't know if it was for pride or some form of competition with their neighbors, or just for the hobby of filling idle hours, as to what led these plants to first grow here. Sometimes I think about what thoughts and expectations went into selecting that plant in that location. What were the circumstances for their selections? Where they passed from mother to daughter like an heirloom? Or maybe reclaimed from a former homestead. It is fun to imagine it.
But all these years later, what is most important to me, is that I can still take in this beauty that was set into motion so many years ago.