Hi everyone, I’m happy to have Cathy Marie Buchanan, author of The Day the Falls Stood Still here at Peeking Between the Pages today. I have read Cathy’s book and my review will be up tomorrow. I can say that the book for me was fantastic. Please sit back, relax, and enjoy Cathy’s post and pictures with quotes from the novel – it’s really terrific!
1. Niagara Falls “As always, our procession paused at the falls and I looked into the water of the upper river, at the round stones of the riverbed, each large enough to resist being torn from its resting-place and flung over the brink. Clear water hurtled past the stones, then shattered to white as it plunged to the river below. Standing there at the brink of the falls, I asked for a young man to be spared, a young man for me.”
2. Loretto Academy “The stone walls of Loretto Academy are so thick I can sit curled up on a windowsill, arms around the knees tucked beneath my chin. It stands on a bluff not far from the Horseshoe Falls, and because I have been a student long enough to rank a room on the river side, I have only to open a pair of shutters to take in my own private view of the Niagara. Beyond the hedge and gate marking the perimeter of the academy, and the steep descent leading to the wooded shore, I can see the upper river and the falls. Endless water plummets from the brink to the rocks below, like the careless who slip, like the stunters who fail, like the suicidal who leap.”
3. Whirlpool Rapids “When I notice the faint rumble of the Niagara River tumbling through the gorge, I move closer, to the front of our property, and listen to the Whirlpool Rapids far below. I stand with my eyes shut, imagining great waves of surging green crashing and toppling to masses of frothy white. When I open my eyes, the fellow who carried my trunk is passing along River Road, likely returning from his camp at the whirlpool. He tips his cap and I quickly turn away, embarrassed at the thought of myself a moment earlier, listening to the river.”
4. Ice Bridge “Jesse and I lean over the limestone wall and peer into the gorge just downriver from the brink of the falls. The landscape below is otherworldly ─ a massive clot of white-blue ice extending from shore to shore, frozen mounds of accumulated spray nearly sixty feet in height, sections of cliff face transformed by stalactites of ice as thick as the trunk of any tree. Yet there are children sledding on the hillocks, adults milling about, a path crossing the ice from shore to shore, also shanties with hand-painted signs advertising beef tea and sandwiches, coffee and cake.”
5. Queen Victoria Park “At the falls the trees and lampposts and limestone wall are shrouded in a layer of frozen mist. Branches bend under the weight. Brittle ice snaps and clatters to the ground. In biting cold and gusting wind, mist has turned to sleet. It is not at all the scene I had imagined for Tom’s return. Still, he stops in his tracks. He listens. He swallows. His gaze sweeps the gorge, lingers on the spot several hundred feet downriver where the Niagara emerges from beneath the ice bridge.”
6. The collapse of Table Rock “Town resident Fergus Cole flat out refused to set foot on the rock and had been shooing tourists away for a month. To those who lent an ear, he explained that the rock was set down in layers with a dolostone cap and soft shale beneath. The shale was riddled with water-filled cracks and fissures, always expanding and contracting at nature’s whim. Mr. Cole was adamant the shale was flaking away and on more than one occasion pointed to the talus beneath the overhang as proof. ‘What’s holding up all that dolostone?’ he would say. ‘I’ll tell you what: less today than yesterday.’”
7. Building Niagara’s Toronto powerhouse “When Tom next spoke he said the Toronto Power Company, the last of the power companies to build on the Canadian side, was the worst of the bunch, that they built their powerhouse right on the riverbed, where the upper river’s wildest rapids used to be. ‘Metal rods were sent down to gauge the river’s depth,’ he said, ‘and when they came up bent, they just dumped rock and more rock, until the river was held back.’”
8. Scow rescue “From a ways off I see several lines strung from the roof of the Toronto powerhouse to a scow lodged a short ways upriver of the falls. Ten yards from the scow, a man hangs from the lines, the torrent beneath him lashing at his feet. By the time I reach the crowd gathered at the powerhouse, the man has been hauled close enough to the shore for me to know he is not Tom but rather one of the rescued men. Beyond the man the scow is now an empty hull.”
Thanks so much for joining us with this great guest post Cathy. The pictures are just wonderful as is the history behind them—one very good reason to read The Day The Falls Stood Still. (Please note that this post will also be appearing at The Savvy Reader today)
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