The Bronze Statue and the Pages of our Past.

The snow fell down around me as I broke a path through the parking lot. It was quiet, and I was the only soul out in Bear Brook State Park that afternoon. People do not come here in the Winter. The prefer the resorts or the fireside. Bear Brook does not fall into either of these categories in Winter, so for many it falls by the wayside. The park is left to the more adventurous souls. These quiet corners of the state are left to those who enjoy the solitude.

The Quiet. Photo By Colleen Ann.
The Quiet.
Photo By Colleen Ann.

It was a hard work, and my breathing became heavy as I worked for every step. After several minutes, I came face to face with him. The Bronze statue that stared endless out across the pond. I had glanced at it many times as I had driven by. Yet I never had a chance to stop and really admire it. I love history, and am pulled towards anything that sheds light on its significance. I have always wanted to walk across and see this statue up close, but I  never had the chance. Today I had come to explore Bear Brook, and all of the gems within its boundaries. I had found so much to admire, yet before I left I was determined to see the bronze statue.

The Bronze Statue. Photo By Colleen Ann.
The Bronze Statue.
Photo By Colleen Ann.

Finally I came face to face with my object of my curiosity. The statue, a figure of a man holding a shovel. He was not a big man or magnificent. Yet there was something in his posture that grabbed my attention. He was dressed in simple pants into boots that showed many days work.  He went shirtless from the labor on hot summer days. Yet the man stood proud, shoulders squared, and looking straight ahead into whatever would come. It was a man who had been given his dignity back.
I stared into his proud face, feeling something stir within me, a certain pride within my soul. For not only did these men build the park up, but the park built them up. Nature and society working as one to create a single future. Many of the achievements can still be seen today 80 years later, a testament to the CCC in the park. It give me hope for the future. It is fitting that I found this opportunity for the future in the pages of our past.

Published by Colleen

My name is Colleen, and I am a writer and photographer from New Hampshire. I love exploring and discovering. I write pieces that focus around the history and landscape of New England, and other things that may come to mind.

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