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The river of dreams...

7/18/2011

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As a child, Middletown, Connecticut was a place that I visited only one time a year. It would happen on the first Saturday of October as cooler air would begin to rush in.  We would race the Head of The Connecticut Regatta, a rowing event that would bring us 3 miles downstream along the Connecticut River.  I still have my medals, one of which was won on a day that virtually every rowing shell was swamped by huge waves under the giant Arigoni Brigde.  I would never have expected to live within a stones throw of this town.  I still go by the Friendly’s on Washington Street and remember my four brothers and I gorging ourselves on ice cream after a long day of racing. So now at almost 40, I find myself in Middletown all the time. It’s got the closest supermarket and the best bike shop around. It’s also has some great photo opportunities. Main street lends itself to a more than a glance. Local historians will tell you about how the great store facades of Middletown were instrumental in trade and mercantilism during the evolution into the 20th century in Connecticut.  So a few nights ago, I took some photos of this diverse town. Few farms remain, but it is clear to me on topography alone, that all roads in Middletown lead to the river.  The river is at the heart of this place and the memories I have of it stay with me. It’s calm as glass in the morning and swirls and rushes in the afternoons. Those unfortunate souls suck in their cars on Route 9 may never clearly see the beauty of Middletown until they see the perspective of it from the river. Once again, in adulthood, I am comparing life from what was experienced in childhood realizing our loves are one jagged line that really brings us full circle. 

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 Who better to direct traffic leading onto the bridge than Jesus himself?

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And a few oldies...

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pat scales link
7/18/2011 03:12:24 pm

Aren't memories wonderful? I guess you have to thank your parents and family for them. They shape your memories and I guess you have to thank them for putting in the effort way back then. That's what parenting is all about. Now that you're a parent yourself, you know what I'm talking about.
It's all about creating memories... You and your brothers didn't have it so bad, did you? As parents, we all try to put in the ingredients and hope that the ingredients take hold - that's the best we can do - make the effort and hope for the best - it worked for you.
We are all so proud of you! Keep on "movin" on young lady. Love you.

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Jen Schulten
7/26/2011 12:21:49 pm

Thanks to the lady who has given me so many wonderful memories. Thanks for encouraging me to continue this writing/photography endevour. Love you!

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