Railroad Bridge has been around for several years; long before I
can remember. Now at this age, there has to be plenty of
history, lots of tales, some true, some not, and rumors concerning
the old bridge. I have been, as with most people that
grew up in Rockport, over, under, on top, and on the side of the
old bridge. I have even jumped off the bridge
into Green River. Yes, and practically every kid that ever
swam in the river, has at one time, jumped from the middle pier or
the bridge itself into the Green River. I have wanted to
jump off the bridge and/or the trestle when a train and I occupied
that area at the same time. It is an eerie feeling, as a
young lad, to be holding on to the bridge or trestle as a
train crosses. You and the train are only a few feet
apart. Fifty years or so ago, the trains were "Steam Engine"
trains and with their noise and the steam and smoke, they were
even more frightening. I have climbed the super-structure
for a view, for a dare and even to catch and remove young
Sparrow Hawks from their nest so that I could have a pet.
They made good pets and was able to raise most of the young birds
to release them back into the wild. I have walked across the
bridge before daylight to be the first one to claim a spot to
fish. The old Danks' Slough drains into the river about a
hundred yards downstream and it certainly was a "Hotspot" to fish
at a certain time of the year. I have also crossed the
bridge, before daylight, to be able to sneak in the back way to
hunt squirrels in Earl Curtis's woods. Earl and his family lived
just across the old gravel road from the woods. If I had
asked Earl and had transportation, I could have probably gone into
the woods from the front side, but I had neither. Well
personally, I have been associated with the old bridge and a
part of my history concerns viewing or playing on, or near the
getting a little windy. I started off this note with
intentions of writing about the train that was crossing the bridge
when the bridge was raised, as it is in the picture and got side
tracked. The train went into the river and the river became
its' grave. I even thought about the hobo that met his fate
after being caught on the trestle at the same time with a fast
moving train. I considered commenting about the girl that
fell to her death from the concrete structure. Hum, have
written enough and certainly do not want to be a bother.
Thus, will go for now. I can visualize another short story
or two about the bridge. Maybe later.
looking. Have a good day.
MIDI File is an old CCR Song-"Green River"