A memory springs up, alongside wildflowers
I Know a Story BY LINDA DEWALD, Special to the Sunday News
One fond memory from my childhood is going to Williamson Park to get water from the spring there.
I lived with my grandparents in Ironville, an area known for its iron ore deposits. We had a well that would get low in the summer. When we would turn on the faucet, the water would come out rust-colored and tasting terrible.
So off we would go to the park to fill half-gallon vinegar jars with the spring water.
We liked the water so much that we would get it year-round, even when there was plenty of water in our well.
Being a nature lover, I would take these opportunities to go exploring in the park, especially in spring, my favorite season.
One April I had to stay home because I had chickenpox. I was very disappointed.
When my grandparents got home from the park, my grandfather gave me a bouquet of Dutchman's breeches. This spring wildflower's blossom resembles a pair of bloomers hanging upside down, and its leaves appear fernlike.
When my grandmother became ill, we stopped going to the park for water.
Some years ago, I was driving through the park, saw some white flowers and stopped. To my amazement, I found Dutchman's breeches blooming again.
This was the first time I had seen the flowers in about 47 years. It was a nice remembrance of the park, and of my grandfather.
The writer lives in Lancaster.