Monday, January 14, 2013

A River Runs Through It

The river I'm referring to is none other then the Juniata.  Can you believe, at one time, it was known as the Blue Juniata.  Right about now, any who have ever seen this river, are saying WHAT...is she kidding?  I would say to that...NO... I am not kidding.  Although I shall admit, even though the river has a beauty of it's own, it in no way looks blue to me!   Apparently, that was not always the case.  In fact, there was a song written by Marion Dix Sullivan in 1841, entitled "The Blue Juniata".  This song was one of the most popular parlor songs of the Nineteenth Century.  It was also the first commercially successful song written by an American woman.  So who can argue with Miss Sullivan.  Well let's face it, no one can...she's long gone.  But,  if she thought the Juniata looked blue in the mid 1800's, then it must have been blue.  That was then, this is now...and I have present day photo's for your examination.  So I'll let you be the judge...does the Juniata look blue to you?


                                                   This is the river bridge.

                                              This was taken along the Lewistown narrows.

I'm glad you tackled time out of your busy schedule to bob along the Juniata with me.  I'm not fishing or anything, bait I hope you swim on back again reel soon...Toni



5 comments:

  1. WOW honey...that last sentence sounded a bit fishy to me. If I take a "pole" from a "line" of "Reel" people. They would say your "rod" is missing a few "flies"....or your a few "flies" short in your "Tackle box"! But, that's OK...I wouldn't threw you back like an out of season "She-crab"...no way...cause I "netted" me a "reel" "fin" "catch", and your mine..."hook line and sinker"!

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  2. YOU TWO ARE TOOOOOO MUCH...WHAT A "WHALE OF A LINE"!

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  3. A good book is juniata river of sorrow by Dennis P. McIlnay

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  4. That's why we call it the 'Poo Juniata'

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  5. Thanks for the pics of the Juniata. Harold and I often walked "down by the riverside".

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