When we were seventeen,
We carved our initials
on the inside of this bridge.
Desecrating public property,
Yes. I know.
Thirty some years later
we drove down that same road
to see if we could find the bridge,
the carved initials.
The bridge was there
spanning the little creek.
Newer initials had replaced ours.
Older and wiser,
we no longer needed
to carve our initials
But were happy
with the remembering.
Last year they tore it down.
Every board numbered.
It took almost eight months,
but now it stands again.
Rebuilt. Repainted. Restored.
Cox Farm Bridge. Built 1940. Rebuilt 2013.
I’m grateful for memories, for stories, and for those who care enough about covered bridges to make them historical landmarks.
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Awesome story! I like the fade in to color too!
Tildy…I didn’t see that change but accepted what I saw. Thanks for pointed that hidden secret out to me
Thank you! I took about 15 pictures, and again, I couldn’t decide. :-)
Great photo and story :)
What a sweet story- love the bridge photos.
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Thank you so much! A lovely honor.
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Thank you. Very nice of you to do.
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