Saturday, April 15, 2017

From Garden to the Cliffs: Changes Part II

If you read Part I, then you know we left off at the Gardener's Cottage. Obviously, if you have a gardener's cottage, then there must have been a gardener, and if there be a gardener, there must be a garden in the story somewhere.

The gardener was one Robert Salisbury and Joseph Shipley had brought him from England to design his gardens and tend them on his new American retirement estate of Rockwood.

Salisbury is something of a mystery man in the Rockwood history, but we can surmise he must have
been a very good gardener given that Joseph moved him and his family to the estate and even had the cottage designed and built for him. Beyond the fact that Salisbury was a gardener, we know little. We don't even know if Salisbury gardened at Joseph's rented estate in England; although it would not be a bad assumption that he did. He may have influenced the overall Rockwood landscaping, but we don't know if that is a fact. Much evidence shows that Joseph himself did much of the design. Joseph Shipley tended to bring a lot of his favorite things to America. He even had trees uprooted and transported for replanting here. He collected exotic trees from all about, which makes Rockwood very interesting indeed. Whether Salisbury had any influence over the landscaping we don't know. We do know Salisbury continued working at Rockwood even after Joseph Shipley went under the dirt.


I couldn't replicate the photo of the Formal Garden because it was an arial shot taken in 1950.
The Kitchen Garden at the top next to the Carriage House is today the Rose Garden. The larger patch shown to the left of the Carriage House has changed a lot since 1950. Much is taken up by a little cluster of trees that appear as if one giant tree. These form a canap├ęs over much of the plot and you can walk under the branches like going through a cave. Weddings are often performed on this plot and the bride come to the ceremony from out of these trees.

To the back of the Kitchen Garden and facing the Carriage House are the Potting Sheds and Boiler
Room. The picture of the sheds on the right was taken about 1900. There are two sheds with an entry into the garden between them.  Back in Shipley's time the one was a cold house for vegetables and the other contained a boiler and piping to make it a hothouse for the exotic plants that Shipley grew. In Joseph's time the garden was for growing vegetables, but starting in 1910, the Bringhurst Family converted it to a formal flower garden.

The current county gardeners still use the sheds for potting and for storing their equipment. The boiler is gone.

There are paths looping the gardens and the formal garden is surrounded by rose bushes. The garden is quite beautiful when in full bloom.

There is a stone wall blocking it off from the main grounds. Back in Shipley's day British custom dictate that garden's be hidden from view to the general public. Only invited guests of the family were invited to enjoy them.

On one end of the Mansion is a Conservatory, shown jutting out from the right side of the mansion. This is the rear of the mansion, by the way, taken from the rear lawn, which is protected by the ha-ha. Again, Shipley modeled the Conservatory on the one on the home he rented in England.

Both home were designed by the English architect, George Williams. The estate in England, near Liverpool, I believe, was named Wnycote.

The Conservatory if more promenade in this 1851 photograph of the rear of Wyncote on the left.

You can see how strikingly similar the two Neo Gothic Houses were to each other. They were so much alike I mistook the old photo of Wyncote for Rockwood when I posted the pictures on Facebook, where I pointed out that the tower behind the Mansion no longer existed at Rockwood. Of course not, there was never a tower at Rockwood.

Posing in the Conservatory around 1895 are George Kennedy Smith and Edward Bringhurst III, dressed as sailors. I could not go inside to snap pictures, so the photo on the left was taken through the window that the two boys had their backs toward.

There are shelves full of plants today just as there was in the 1895 photo, which blocked my getting the same view through the windows by the side of the mansion.




As mentioned earlier, Joseph Shipley liked his exotic plants and he had a hot-water heating system piped through the Conservatory to store these plants over the cold Delaware winters. In the summer the plants were carried out and planted in the garden. Seems like a lot of work to me.

Shipley didn't do the heavy lifting himself. He may have liked gardens, but he suffered from gout. As a well-to-do merchant banker in England he indulged in a lot of rich foods and thus he developed the "rich man's disease."


He still liked to indulge himself in some pleasures the common man couldn't, such as eating free fruit for Christmas when the snow was atop the grounds.

Just behind the Carriage House is a Fruit Cellar. Extending eight to ten feet below ground, it acted as a natural refrigerator for storing fruits and vegetables beyond their growing season. Remember winter temperatures in Northern Delaware will go as low as a Frigidaire or even a freezer.

This is another old photo that distorted distant, like the one of the Scenic Vista in Part I. The Fruit Cellar looks longer than my photo. I also could not get the same angle.

I didn't have snow on the roof either, this not being the season for snow and the temperature that morning was around 60 degrees. I don't know what the white stuff is in my photo, but it isn't snow.

The old photo of the Fruit cellar was taken about 1920.





There is a sign showing three kind of random scenes about the landscape. One is a man using two horses to mow what they refer to as the North Lawn. This is a large patch of ground to the front of the mansion. The photo is from about 1895 and the man is unidentified. I would imagine he was a workman for the Bringhurst Family.







I tried to take this shot from approximately where the man was mowing. There are more trees and bushes now. It is on this lawn that the Holiday Open House festivities official open during the first weekend of December. Choir stand here to sing Christmas songs and the County Executive reads the "Night Before Christmas" beneath that tall evergreen.

They light the giant Christmas Tree on Friday evening and this is the tree that's used. The strings of lights are still hanging down it. The use to light another tree next to this one, but during one of our summer storms about two years ago it fell over.



There is also a random picture of Anna Webb Bringhurst standing between a rock formation on the
North Lawn. This was taken about 1884. At this point Joseph was dead and the property was owned by his sisters, Sarah and Hannah. In 1891 they put it up to auction and Joseph's niece, Sarah Shipley Bringhurst purchased it. She had been the one urging him to buy the place way back in 1851. She turned the property over to her son, Edward Bringhurst, Jr., somewhere at this time.

It is interesting because Joseph Shipley and Sarah Bringhurst would argue about the many rocks on the property. She felt they should be gotten rid of, but he loved their look and insisted they remain.

It took me a bit of searching, but I did finally find the rocks that Anna Webb Bringhurst posed between. There is a small garden to their front and some different bushes and trees backing up the scene, but I'm certain I was posing where she had stood 122 years earlier. I did not have a parasol to twirl; however.

I did have my walking stick.

My legs weren't covered by a long gown, either.




This brings us to the cliffs and the conclusion of this journey to the past. The cliffs are to the right as you drive or walk up the driveway from the park entrances up the hill toward the mansion.

This photo is of Mary Bringhurst standing at the top of these cliffs in 1900.

She must have come up a path behind the rocks on which she poses because I doubt she scaled the cliffs in that outfit for this purpose. Now I realize she was a healthy and hardy person, who loved to be 100, but I wouldn't have attempted the climb when I was younger without ALS.

There is a windy trail up behind those cliffs. Today it is paved over, but my guess is it follows some trail that existed back in the estates history so the owners could go to the highest point and look at the view. The cliff is steeper than the picture would indicate. Today there is a gazebo at the highest point where one can sit and look out over the grounds.

But with all the underbrush it is difficult to look at the 1900 photo and determine the exact location.



I went up the trail, then off on a dirt path that runs directly behind the cliffs, which may be the remainsof the original means of going up there. My guess is these may be the rock outcropping where Mary stood so long ago.

These rocks are relatively flat. Even I managed to walk onto them despite my imperfect balance and unsteady gait these days.


I bet Miss Bringhurst was not one bit hesitant to such rock standing.












A couple notes on the last post:

I did not get a photo outside the original entrance to the estate last week, but I did yesterday. This site hasn't changed greatly, except I think it had tall, wooden gates then. All Joseph Shipley's visitors would have come in here and checked in at the Lodge with the Gatekeeper. Pulling past this checkpoint they would see the mansion sitting up upon the hill.






The information sign here called this little building, "The Lodge", but I noticed this morning that the identifying marker to the front of its door calls it "The Porter's Lodge".

This is certainly more correct. Calling it The Lodge sounds like guest may have stayed there, but it was really the home of Shipley's Gatekeeper or Porter.

Friday, April 14, 2017

Changes or Not So Much

Okay, I admit, this post will not be so curmudgeon-like. It will also repeat some photos and comments I posted on Facebook recently, but both are expanded. Call it a bit of calm within the storms of life.

There is a park near my home that I take my walks in these mornings. It is a nice place, but I would much prefer the more rugged trails and challenges of traipsing through more rugged plays, such as Brandywine Creek State Park or Delawares newly designated National Park. It is ironic that Delaware, the First State was the last to get a National Park, but ironic that Delaware, the First State was the last to get a National Park, but so be it.

The former Woodlawn Trustees Lands went to the Feds a couple years ago to become, along with a couple other sites, as our National Park. The name is a bit confusing. It is either the First State National Monument Park or the First State National Historical Park. At least they did not name it after some politician. It is a small wonder in itself they didn't name it the Joseph Blabbermouth Biden National Park. Okay, that is about as curmudgeon that we're going to get.

The former Woodlawn Trustees Lands went to the Feds a couple years ago to become, along with a couple other sites, as our National Park. The name is a bit confusing. It is either the First State National Monument Park or the First State National Historical Park. At least they did not name it after some politician. It is a small wonder in itself they didn't name it the Joseph Blabbermouth Biden National Park. Okay, that is about as curmudgeon that we're going to get.



My disease has pretty well now restricted me to the paved paths and less challenging trails of Rockwood Museum Park, a beautiful New Castle County Park. This land was once the estate of one Joseph Shipley, born in Wilmington, Delaware in 1795, immigrated to London England in 1823 and make his fortune as a Merchant Banker. In purchased land near Wilmington to be his retirement estate and built Rockwood there from 1851-1854. He died in 1867. (Young Joseph Shipley on the right.)


The estate went to his sisters, Hanna and Sarah. When Hannah died, Joseph's niece Sarah Bringhurst bought it. After her demise it was inherited by her son, Edward Bringhurst, Jr., and then to Edward's daughter Mary, who died at the age of 100. Mary's niece, Nancy Sellers Hargraves inherited and in 1973 she donated the estate to New Castle County, whose governing body restored the estate in 1999. Now spending several years hiking about this place brought to my mind recently an idea involving the several oval markers on the grounds. These described a bit about the sites they marked and displayed some old photos as well. I decided to take new photos and compare the old to the new. I discovered not too much had actually changed, even though most of the pictures were well over one hundred years old. Here then are those comparisons. I have added some more material to what I posted on Facebook recently.

Let's begin with the ha-ha. Heh-heh, what the ho-ho is a ha-ha? Well, that's a joke on you if you are a
grazing livestock, like a sheep or goat or cow. You are just chomping away at the green grass of the meadow and hardly notice he ground has suddenly dipped down, but next thing you know you are down in this indentation, probably lined with a wall of some kind and that is as far as your are going. You ain't getting up in the owner's yard or garden. Nothing to do but turn around and go where you been. Ha-ha!


"A ha-ha is a recessed landscape design element that creates a vertical barrier while preserving an uninterrupted view of the landscape beyond.
The design includes a turfed incline which slopes downward to a sharply vertical face, typically a masonry retaining wall. Ha-has are used in landscape design to prevent access to a garden, for example by grazing livestock, without obstructing views."

The picture on the left is the South Lawn ha-ha photographed in 2003. I can't believe they couldn't find some antique snapshot of the ha-ha, but apparently they couldn't. The photo on the left is my picture taken this past week of the same location.

This picture, showing the corner of the mansion beyond the ha-ha below the north lawn. It was taken in 2002.

I took my shot from approximately the same place, but mine shows a lot of tall trees had grown up in the meantime.














On the other side of the ha-ha wall is a path that surrounds the back yard of the mansion. Down on the near side around a bend is a sign picturing what is called a Scenic Vista. It looks down across the fields toward the distant woods. The photo was taken in about 1920, nearly 100 years ago.

On the right side of the photo you see the stone wall that decides the fields. These stone wall crisscross the estate in various places. There are a couple of dogs chasing across the top of the field and below is what looks to be a corn field. There is a stone structure on the left. One noticeable difference between the old photo on the right and my new photo on the left is how the old photo seems to stretch the scene further than it actually is. That stone wall certainly seems closer to the structure on the left than it does in the original. There are a couple of old photo that distort the actual distances of scenes.

In my picture is a gazebo in the field that didn't exist in 1920. However, that stone structure on the left once held a gazebo that the Bringhurst Family constructed in 1910. Those stone steps were not there in 1920, but since that time the ground has been built up and far less of the stone structure shows today.

The gazebo is gone from the top of that stone structure. It hasn't been there in my time. Up until a couple years ago there was around the flat top of the old gazebo base a sort of ornate cast iron fence, much like the small one picture nearby in front of some kind of shoot.


The iron fence has been replaced by a plastic barrier. A couple years ago, perhaps during Hurricane Sandy, a tree that grew right up on the corner of this platform was uprooted in the wind. It pulled up a chunk of the concrete and took down the entire cast iron fence. I thought maybe they would release it, but they never did. They just hauled it and the fallen tree away.

If you look up at the 1920 photo of the vista you will notice a farmhouse standing down a bit in the field. In my recent snapshot that house is gone, but perhaps the base remains next to that purple blossomed bush.

If you walk down the hill and cross the entry drive you will find this rubble by that bush. It is the remains of Edward's Playhouse.

In the old photo here on the left we see the building that was concerned to Edward's Playhouse. The little boy sitting by the corner reading a book is Edward Bringhurst III and the photo was taken in 1895.

At one time the building on this site was a farm house belonging to Levi Weldin whose property Joseph Shipley bought as part of his estate. The Bringhurst Family converted the farmhouse into a playhouse for their youngest son.

I believe when you look at the Scenic Vista photo from the past you are seeing the old Weldin home there in the middle of the field.



Once upon the time, the main entrance to the estate was east of Edward's Playhouse. It is no longer used for that purpose, but the wall and the gate across the drive all still exist. This is how it looked in 1900. The building on the left is called the ledge. It also still stands.




In my photo of the old main entrance you can see little has changed here, although the gates back then may have been taller and made of wood.












This is the structure they called the Lodge. The man standing on the steps is unidentified. He may have been the gatekeeper, for this little house was the gatekeeper's home.








The lodge today has a sign on the door says it is a private residence, no trespassing. I have seen inside and there is nothing inside but dust. Otherwise it hasn't changed its outside looks.

For a couple of years the had an empty police car parked down near the lodge. It was moved once in a while. Someone told me it was an old model. They had been having some problems with car breaking on the parking lots at the time, like this dummy police car was going to scare any crooks away. It was taken away earlier this year.

Speaking of crooks and bad people, I am always very aware of my surrounding when I am out. I am very caution if anything looks out of place. Lately I have been keeping my eye on a car whose driver was acting suspicious to my mind. This car would drive into the Carriage House parking lot when I was in that vicinity in the morning. It would com slowly, then stop in the middle of the drive, sit there for awhile, then drive a bit further, stop again, over and over. It would drive out the lane, go up by the mansion and then exit, all the time stopping, waiting then driving little further to repeat. There was an older man, too, who often walked through the park in the same manner. I notice he constantly looked down at something he held.

I began to think they were some kind of security, but could not figure out what thy were checking out. It made me a bit nervous. A couple times the car driver would pull into the lot, park, get out and walk up a path into the woods. A short time he would return and then drive off in his idd manner. I thought maybe he was going up in the woods because he had to urinate.

This morning I solved the mystery. I had finished my walk and was sitting in my car when this fellow
came walking into the lot. I recognized him as the man who usually drove that misbehaving car. He was walking in the same strange manner. When he stopped he was looking down at a smart phone he carried. He paused right behind me and so I got out, walked over and said, "Good morning". He did so back. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Looking for Pokemon," he replied. He was playing Pokemon Go. We had a nice chat. He was originally from New Zealand.

He was searching right at the Gardener's Cottage. When Joseph Shipley was designing his estate he imported his English Gardener to America to do his landscape. The man's name was Robert Salisbury. In 1855, Shipley had two Baltimore Architects, named Thomas and James Dixon, design and build the Cottage for Salisbury to live in.

The photograph is from about 1900. The two women aren't identified. They may be the Bringhurst sisters.

I tried to get the picture of the cottage as it now is from the same angle. I'm a bit off, but close enough.

I couldn't get any women or dogs to pose as models for me, though.







To be continued.












Thursday, April 6, 2017

Okay, a Blogger I follow posted his answers to these question, so I am too. It makes for a quick and easy post. Gee, does this answer the first question, Are you lazy?


1. Are you lazy?
I wasn't once upon a time. If I am fully engaged with something, no, but more and more I am becoming lethargic and procrastinating.

2. What do you eat for breakfast?
I wasn't a breakfast person most of my life. Now I kind of eat at breakfast time (generally 9:00 AM), but I don't usually eat a lunch anymore. My breakfasts can be almost anything that strikes my fancy, sometimes popcorn or soft pretzels, often cereal and if I am not being too lethargic, I might make some bacon sandwiches.

3. Coffee or tea?
Hot Coffee - Iced Tea. Drink much of both.

4. What was your very first job?
My first job where someone hired me after an interview was as a paperboy, delivering the Philadelphia Bulletin. I was 13-14 and it paid good money for a boy that age in those times. I loved the job. Before that I did a lot of pickup jobs, like lawn mowing, car washing, running errands, etc.

5. Occupation you wanted to be when you were a kid?
An explorer, then a scientist (specifically an entomologist) or a mailman. I thought being a mailman was the greatest job in the world, walk around all day and chat with people as you went.

6. What is the most unusual job you ever had?
Probably as a wad slinger and then as a bubblegum welder at Philadelphia Gum Company.

7. Have you ever been fired from a job?
I was unfired from Mercy Catholic Medical Center; I mean, I called it being fired; they wouldn't call it that. I was dechaired by a Nun.

8. Describe yourself in three words.
Quiet, obsessive, imaginative.

9. What's the strangest thing you've ever eaten?
I ate a cigarette once, but it wasn't lit. 

10. What is your favorite movie quote?
Right now I think of the Russian spy's answer when asked if he was worried in "Bridge of Spies": "Would it help?" 

11. What is your least favorite movie?
Oh, so many to choose from! Maybe "Follow that Bird!" or "Jerry Springer's Ringmaster".

12. Were you ever a Boy/Girl Scout?
Yes. I was even a Patrol Leader. I loved camping then.

13. Describe the perfect kiss in three words.
Sincere.

14. The last person you kissed.
My wife (I know, boring answer, but true).


15. If you were gay, who would you want to have a passionate affair with?
I am not Gay and honestly can't think of any male I would want to have an affair with.

16. Are you an innie or an outie?
Innie.

17. Introvert or extrovert?
An introvert's introvert.

18. Would you ever pose nude in a magazine?
Sure, why not put a magazine out of business.

19. What have you forgotten?
More than I can remember.

20. What color is your underwear?
Flesh, I'm not wearing any. 

21. Have you ever tried to cut your own hair?
I've been cutting my own hair for decades. I never liked going to barbers.

22. Do you think you are selfish?
I think I am sort of selfish, but not greedy. I don't have much and I am sacrificial for the benefit of others. But I am selfish about my time and what I do with it.

23. What are you afraid of? 
Ending up in a nursing home.   

24. Do you think people are basically good or bad?
I believe mankind is basically depraved, even though most I meet come across as decent.

25. Do you believe everyone deserves forgiveness?
Yes, if they truly repent.

26. Are you self-critical?
Yes. I have never thought anything I have done was all that great and always want to improve it. 

27. What is the meanest thing anyone has ever said to you?
Wow, I don't know. I've had a lot of mean things said to me. 

28. What's the meanest thing you've ever said?
Probably turning a girl down for a dance because she was considered ugly and I feared being made fun of. I was cowardly and it must have hurt her very badly.  

29. Do you believe in a higher power?
Absolutely. I have had too many miracles in my life not to and my belief is in Christ as my savior and the only savior. 

30. What's your idea of heaven? 
I can't imagine, but I know it isn't sitting about on a cloud playing a harp. I hope it is a place where you get a lot of answers.

31. What's your idea of hell?
Despite the usual image of fire, I think it will be a cold, dark, lonely place. Satan doesn't rule it, he is a prisoner there. People who joke about being with friends won't be able to find there friends. But the absolute worse think about Hell is there will be no hope.

32. What makes you nostalgic?
Little things often make me nostalgic, a whiff of perfume, a country field. 

33. What is your biggest regret?
I didn't take a friends advice and live on my talent. 

34. How many times in a day do you look in a mirror?
When I brush my teeth I may glimpse myself. I don't avoid mirrors; I just don't seek them out. Anyway, I take a lot of selfies.

35. What time of day do you feel most energetic?
Very early in the day. I'm sorry, people, but I am an unrepentant morning person.

36. Would you ever sky dive or bungee jump?
No, I haven't completely lost my mind yet. I hate heights.

37. Would you rather be rich and unhappy or poor and happy?
If one is truly happy it doesn't matter. 

38. What did your father teach you?
Generally not to ask him to teach me anything. 

39. What did your mother teach you?
Independence. Actually, so did my father. They did it by me knowing I couldn't depend on them.

40. The most agonizing hour of your life?
The day we lost our first child.  
   
                       

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

End of Days: 99 Houses Off the Grid

Again I woke early. There had been no change. It was totally dark. The temperature within the house was nearing 40. I was praying for a sunny day once the dawn appeared, before the thermometer slid down to freezing to match the atmosphere about us. I expected when the sun came through the front windows it would rise some, maybe back to 43, like that was some tropical goal.

I did my usual cleaning routine. One must carry on even in bad situations. When I walked out on the back porch to tote down the birdseed I quickly stopped myself going further. One foot tentatively down on the top step told me it was too ice covered and risky to try to go down the stairs. I retreated inside, through the house and out the front door. Now I went around the car port and across the rear yard.

The snow was still frozen solid, but this morning I saw some tracks upon it. Cat paws ran from the bushes high in the yard, down to the under house storage bin, back up along the rear walk to the steps. Also coming out of the bushes lower down were the prints of a raccoon. I assume both beasts feasted on the cat food sometimes during the night without meeting and going into battle mode. 

It did not take long for the birds to flutter down once I placed the seed in the tray at the top of the yard. No sense bothering with the birdbath; it had been froze solid all week. That flock of Robin red-breasts that landed Tuesday morning probably wish they had stayed down in Dixie further. These arbiters of spring wandered about. They were fat in their winter feathers.

I came back in the house. I asked Lois if she would like some coffee.

"Yes," she said, "but a smaller cup. I couldn't finish that one yesterday." 

I got in the car to drive to Wawa, but went up our hill in the opposite direction, taking the scenic route. I wanted to see if the electric workers had returned anywhere. They were down on Honeywell setting up for another day. I circled around and out Glenrock then. At the top of Glenrock another crew of trucks had just pulled in almost blocking the street. I counted 10 vehicles, big and small, and workers milling everywhere. I have no idea what was down at that point.

I parked at the Wawa and headed in. Over by the side was a policemen, hand on the head of a guy in handcuffs, placing him into the back seat of his patrol car. I went in and got one 24 ounce cup for myself and a small cup for Lois. At the register I said, "Busy morning."

The kid, probably still in his teens, just stared at me.

"Cop has a guy in handcuffs in your parking lot," I said expecting the kid would say something about this, but he didn't. He just stared at me blankly and told me the price of the coffee. 

Back home we (my wife and I, not the Wawa kid) sipped away our coffee and finally I suggested we go get
breakfast at this new restaurant that had opened not too long ago. The time was something just past 6 o'clock. I wasn't sure when this restaurant opened, but I guessed it opened early for the breakfast trade. We drove over. It replaced a Pizza Hut that had occupied that spot for decades. The name of the restaurant was The Sage Diner. It had a crowded parking ever since it opened, whether for breakfast, lunch or dinner.

But not crowded this morning.

There were two cars in the lot and some lights on inside, but it wasn't open yet.  My wife said no one was there, but I suggested they were, probably prepping. So, we drove around some more. The car was warm. By 6:30 I was back to the restaurant lot watching one more car pull in and park near the door. A man in a uniform, a cop on his way to his shift or a security guard getting off his, got out and went in. Lois pointed out the neon sign in the window was lit with the word OPEN.

I parked and we went in and sat in a booth, just us and the cop in the room. (It was not yet swarming as in the photo.) A man, obviously the manager came over immediately with menus. We asked for coffee and he fetched it. He appeared to be operating alone. A bit later a waitress came in and went around making sure all tables were ready.

We both ordered omelettes, my wife a Spinach and I, a Bacon. I also got a large V-8. It sat like a 12 ounce glass of blood. The food was pretty good, and a lot. Big omelettes with much home fries and slices of toast.

A bit after we got home, Ron from down the street came by. He repeated his offer if we should get cold we should come down to his place. I figured if this continued into night I would, but prayed it would not come to that. He started my generator once more.

I tried an experiment. Rather than run extensions from my one cable to the refrigerator and lamps, I just plugged a space heater directly into the cable. This time it stayed on. Of course, it was directly in the power source, not that the little heater gave us a great amount of heat.

A story in the morning News Journal was an interview with a spokesman for DP&L, some high mucking-muck. He was saying how much they cared about the customers still without power. Yeah, right.

I called DP&L again.

I was so shocked at having a real person answer instead of the automated system, I almost couldn't speak. Every time before in my memory of calling DP&L I got a computer generated voice telling me to choose from a menu of numbers. One such selection is for updates on known outages. This was not a computer, this was a living, breathing woman. She said, "Emergency Line, what is the nature of your emergency?"

 Perhaps I should have said, "We be two old people freezing to death," but instead I told her I called for an update of when the power would be fixed. My last report, by automated computer-generated voice, was by 12:00 noon.

"The estimate is between 12:00 and 1:00 PM," she said.

Great, another extra hour! Okay, Mr. DP&L-executive-so concerned-about-your-customers, stop changing the time of power returning. How can we people trapped out here in the dark and cold plan what to do when you keep moving the target? If you don't know, tell us you don't bloody know, not torture us with ever changing hopes. 

Well, at least she had given a shorter time frame, another hour.



I had finished the Ty Cobb biography and started reading The Fellowship, a book about C. S. Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkien, Owen Barfield and Charles Williams, a group of English writers known as "The Inklings".

After a chapter I dozed off.

When I awakened my son was there on his lunch break from Total Wine, where he works. I told him about DP&Ls ever changing estimates and that the most recent put restoration between Noon and 1 PM. 

"It's 12:35 now," he said looking at his phone (wherever would the younger generations be without their smart phones)?


How wonderful, and no electric yet. Once more into the abyss. I called DP&L and once more a live person answered, a male this time. 

"The estimated time for your power to be restored," he told me, "is 6:00 this evening."

Oh good grief, yet another 6 hours!  I gave him my complaint, rambling on about the ever shifting times, as if he could do anything about it. I also asked why suddenly was I getting live people answering my calls. He hadn't the foggiest. 

After my useless call, I drove down to Honeywell and saw the trucks were still back there. I parked on Glenrock and walked to where all the action was. There was a lone worker in a hardhat moving a cherry-picker platform with a hand held control tethered to it. I was thinking of following him into this yard when one of the large trucks pulled round the corner with two men inside and stopped where the street curved.

I tapped on the driver's window and he rolled the glass down. My guess is this guy was the crew chief; can't swear to it. I told him how DP&L kept changing the times and what their latest estimate was.

"Whose telling you this," he asked, "the Call Center?"

"Yes."

"What'd'a they know? They can't see it."

"Hmm.  I know there was a crew earlier up by my street. They're gone."

"Yeah," he shook his head. "We gotta big mess here. Back there," he pointed between the corner house. The guy moving the cherry-picker was between them now. Beyond was a big field that ran all the way back to where I-95 crossed the development.  "We got 3-4 poles down,  lot of wires back that field. Problem is we can't get a truck in there. Make it easier if we could get a truck in there."

"You think you'll get it working today?" I asked.

He nodded. "Look, I guarantee you'll have lights tonight."

"Really?"

"I promise, you'll have lights tonight. We won't leave here today until you do."

I thanked him and left. I had more trust in these guys on the front that those call center clerks.

My wife was somewhat doubtful. She swore she couldn't take it anymore once again. I'm afraid she really didn't have a choice.

We went out to dinner again late that afternoon, leaving a little after five. Things were still dark. I peered down Honeywell to see if the workers were still there. They were.

We got back in our development just at 7:00 PM. Down Honeywell I could see they were still there. That didn't seem promising. We pulled in the drive. I had left the entryway light on, but nothing was showing. The security light in the car port hadn't lit. 

It was disappointing. As I turned the key in the lock, my wife exclaimed, "The light's on."

It was. It had just come on. I hurried in. She was excited. I felt for heat.  I went to the thermostat wondering why hadn't the heat come on? I feared the furnace might be broken. I looked at the thermostat. Why was the thing on hold? I hit the set schedule button and heard the heater kick on. Hot air flowed from the register. The temperature was down at 42. Soon it began to tick upward. It took until 9:00 to get up to fifty, but by the time I went to bed it was at 60. We were back, baby!

The 33 hours of living in dungeon chill and darkness were over.

When I was a teenager we had a power outage from a snowstorm that lasted five days. It struck on March 19, 1958, and lasted through the 23rd. We lived in a rural area and had no electricity, no heat, no way to cook and no water, because the well pump ran on electricity. We couldn't even flush the toilet. We couldn't escape either, the main road by our place was shut down by the drifts. Even the county snowplows and salt trucks couldn't get out. I survived that inconvenience and it was like an adventure in my mind.

I have been through a number of such things in my life since March 1958. They were annoying and inconvenient and little else, a part of life. But this one left me shaken. Part of it was the terror and depression it put my wife through; part is knowing I am an old man. I also have a devastating disease called amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. I have a respirator now, but it is to build up my muscles for pushing air in and out, not for breathing. I barely use it, yet I know eventually I might need a respirator to breath. What happens then in a power outage? The thing has a battery, but how long does that last?

I couldn't start my generator because of weakening muscles. Shoveling snow was an effort that fatigued me. Who will look after me when I can't look after myself? I am my wife's caretaker. I was busy looking after her concerns and needs during this three days. I doubt she will be able to care for me when the disease demands it.

There are things that will need to be done, minor repairs about the house, lawns to be mowed, bushes to be trimmed, cracks in the driveway that will need patching again, and I wonder if I will be up to any of it. Several people came and aided us during this, but I avoided asking for too much help. It is so hard to ask people to do what you feel you should be doing; things you always have. I'd much rather go help others, as I did for the young woman across the street trying to dig her car out, then expect someone else to come dig me out.  Some people say that, "I'm sorry" or "thank you" are the hardest words to say. I disagree. I think, "Help me" is.