When the Water Flowed Freely

By, Nan Claire Falkner

Wilbur Thompson rested there for over an hour reminiscing about the childhood fishing cabin he and his father had built sixty years earlier.  “Where had all the time gone?  Heck, where did all the water go?”  With a sigh of longing he said “Damn dam!”

For years he had told his wife what it looked like and the fish they would catch together.  Afterwards, they would take the fish home and Mama would fry it up with cornmeal on their potbellied stove.  “ I wish someone could bring this place back to life!”

Hearing a loud BOOM he laughed   “DYNOMITE!”


27 thoughts on “When the Water Flowed Freely

    • Hey Bjorn! I remember when the Corps of Engineers started building Beaver Dam in Northwest Arkansas. White River was beautiful and then came the dam. You can’t stop progress! Thanks for stopping by!

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