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In the mid-1950's there was a huge railroad bridge within walking distance of the school in Barnesboro, Pennsylvania. Several times I walked to that bridge to tempt fate after school. Sometimes I went with friends, sometimes alone. I don't remember playing down on the banks of the West Branch of the Susquehanna River there but I remember that bridge. The sides of the bridge were black and seemed to be made of iron, maybe it was wood. What I remember most was the space between the railroad ties which spanned the bridge. We could either balance and walk the rails or carefully step from railroad tie to railroad tie. It seemed like a long, long way down to the muddy, orange brown water. The bridge was at least five times higher than the one in the picture. |
