Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Oct 26
I have loved rivers, I think it's because, unlike ponds and oceans, they go somewhere, passing neighborhoods and docks and homes.  They have stories.  Some like the Charles River in Massachusetts have a significant history of lending their onrushing to an industrial revolution. My little Toms River, where I live now, meanders as a little stream through lowlands and suddenly opens to a broad estuary, turning gradually into a bay. It has a history rum running during Prohibition.  A torpedo and a shark have ventured into it. The founder of the town of Toms River, Captain Tom, married a Leni Lenape woman and founded a family that until two generations ago occupied the little village of Double Trouble where cranberries were harvested and cedar logs were sawed into planks at a sawmill powered by Cedar Creek.  Captain Tom is buried there in what is now Double Trouble County Park.  There are not one but two stories about how this village got its name.

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