Jean Calkins,
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THE SECRET OF SAN BERNARD RIVER
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Do you hear the haunting music rising now from Music Bend? The violins play sweetly, for hours upon end, for those who keep an open mind to the possibility that things like this can happen to folks like you and me. Sometimes you’ll hear a bellow like a steer in searing pain, but then will come the music — a compelling, soft refrain — as you sail the rippling waters on the night of a full moon, gripped, and yet still honored to share the soothing tune. The music — sweet, but sorrowful — much like a funeral dirge — some say it was for two girls who drowned (the first time it was heard). Then there’s the fiddling sailor whose obsession irritated, resulting in a scuffle, where he fell; was inundated. Or you can choose the version of the lover who was shattered to find his sweetheart murdered, found his life no longer mattered. He threw himself and violin into the lilting stream, playing still his love song, living still his dream. The stories vary greatly, but the music lingers on, caressing those who listen in the dark before the dawn. And so folks who sail the San Bernard hope to become a part of the mystical Intrigue that calls those with a questing heart.
Jean Calkins
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