There was a town here once
built from granite, stone and brick,
home to folk that tamed fire,
drove water out of white flint,
molded its dust into porcelain pots.
A furnace is all that remains
of the once thriving place.
It stands, cool and composed,
overlooking the now calm river
that runs steady towards the ocean.
Ironically, the one picture I didn't take during our yesterday's Heritage Trail hike was that of the Stafford Flint Furnace.
White flint quarried nearby was layered with wood in the furnace and set afire. The heat drove the water out of the flint and reduced it to pebbles which were ground into fine powder and eventually made into porcelain pots, pans and china.
The furnace is all that remains of the once thriving town of Stafford that was founded in 1749 and completely destroyed by Susquehanna's ice gorge in 1904.
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)
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