23rd April 2019
Bridge, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
The title might say where this is (for those who care to google it). But it doesn’t say how close this bridge is to my heart.
My grandfather helped build this bridge, one of the last things he did before he retired early due to bronchial asthma. It’s in the village where I lived as a child, and where I returned as an adult.
I had to cross this bridge to go to the park… for the swings and the slide when I was younger, to watch the local football team when I was older. When I returned, I lived on the far side of it, so I had to cross it to go see my parents.
What you can’t see in the photo is the newer bridge that runs beside it. When I return these days, I don’t use that new bridge, I use the old. And always I stand there a while to ponder the river. River? It’s little more than a stream. The stream where I fished minnows using jamjars, where I paddled, and where I caught crayfish.
Memories, this bridge is rich in them.
crispina kemp 
I love places like this that are so full of memories.
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I was out on Thursday, and lined up a good *bridge* shot. But it was a new bridge. And this bridge holds my heart.
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It looks like the ideal place for a stroll. 🙂
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I’ve strolled over it a time or two.
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You’ve posted a beautiful memory Crispina 💜 So heartfelt! It was wonderful to read. It was first thing I saw at the beginning of my day. Thank you.
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Glad you enjoyed. Maybe I’m mellowing in my old age 🙂
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They say an excellent wine mellows with aging. 🙂
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You flatter me 🙂
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I try 😊 But it’s the truth. I’ve witnessed it. (Even if you slip sometimes.) Take that as a compliment. It takes strength to be mellow.
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I take it as a compliment 🙂
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You should 🙂
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🙂
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What a wonderful share, Crispina.
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I do sometimes, you know. But I could hardly offer the photo without some backgroud of why I chose it.
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You could have. But you didn’t and it makes the photo all the more special. So thank you!
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And I thank you, too. 🙂
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🙂
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I love the fact that you always use this bridge instead of the newer one! Such a wonderful tribute to your grandfather. It’s wonderful to have these things in our lives that are so rich in memories. 🙂
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That village binds me. As an adult, I moved away several times, and yet always returned. Even now, these past 40 years since I’ve lived on the coast, I’m still back there once or twice a year, though now with the camera.
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I can feel your devotion to the memories found with this bridge. When I return to my hometown in Montana, I feel a similar rush of memories.
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I would say it’s the entire village, but no, it’s just specific places within the village, woods and water and unhurried footpaths. 🙂 As much as I can, I bring these into my fiction writing
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Thank you for sharing your connection to this bridge, and your history with it. What a wonderful story! Too often it seems that those things that remind us of our past are changed, or torn down for new, so it’s wonderful when they survive over the years,to continue to be appreciated.
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It’s not often I open up; as you know, I am a private person, almost a recluse. But as with the drive to share my discoveries in history, when it’s something I love, I want to share it.
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This lovely story is one of generational legacy. It’s a cozy feeling.
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Thank you. I get a cosy feeling whenever I cross it. And there are loads more tales I could tell about this bridge (beneath which my friend and I experimented with cigarettes, oops!)
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Lord, Crispina, don’t say that!
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🙂
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I was also very sick!!!!!!!
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