On Saturday a friend and I left after noon, and our first stop was picturesque Courtland. What got our attention what this building, just down from the levee...
Here are two pictures of a camellia bush in bloom:
Before I show more pictures, let's talk about the drive. We here in Northern California like to build walls around our rivers. We call them levees, but they're walls. You see, the Central Valley has some of the most fertile farmland to be found on the planet, and it attracted enough folks here to build cities (such as my hometown of Sacramento). And we don't take too kindly to our cities flooding. So we have these very tall levees along the rivers, and the River Road is a two-lane road atop the levee. As I headed south, the river was on my right and towns/farmland was on my left.
As far as I can tell, there are only three sources of income in this part of the valley: walnuts, vineyards/wineries, and the river (houseboats, fishing, boating, etc). There's nothing else.
After Courtland we stopped in Locke, which was our original destination. You can see how high the levees are; I'm standing on the levee road, and behind me is the river. The towns front the levee road--probably a holdover from the old days--and businesses were built to be seen from that road.
If you like historical plaques, here's one for you.
Shortly beyond Locke is Walnut Grove, where stand the antennas used by most of the Sacramento television stations. You can see that there are real houses in Walnut Grove, just beyond this small dock. Also notice how high the levee is--and it's spring runoff season, too.
We crossed the river at Walnut Grove and headed north up the west side of the river. We passed this old mansion and had to stop for a few pictures. It strikes me as something out of Hitchcock, or perhaps the deep South.
OK, one more picture of the old house:
Anyway, having more time left in the day, I headed to "the home" to visit my grandmother, who has Alzheimer's. Her face lit up as soon as she saw me; she told me she knew my face, but not who I was. I'm ok with that. She's going to turn 89 this year, and I'm lucky to have had her all these years.
It was a good day.
6 comments:
Do you ever wonder who lived in an old mansion like that? Or how long it's been abandoned? Or why whoever lived there, left? Or who owns it now? Is it just a dusty deed in some file folder somewhere, forgotten and unnoticed for countless years? And what might it be like to go inside and look around a bit. Who knows what kind of interesting history might be in there?
Yes, I do. That's why I took the picture. It's not just the house, it's the story the house could tell.
Someone owns it. There's not an inch of land, especially along the river, that some rich person doesn't own.
89 and with Alzheimer's, yet she remembers your face..that's quite the uplifting feeling, or so I would think.
The old mansion reminds me of the Birds. Or Psycho. I don't really know why.
It felt good.
As for the mansion--Psycho, even though it doesn't look much like the house in that movie. It's more the image it evokes.
Nice to see a picture of you darren and put a face with the name.
Nice little travelogue. Grandma's are to be cherished. One of mine made it into her early 90's.
Have a good week !
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