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Post by Captain Phil on Dec 21, 2005 12:38:07 GMT -5
Please post them. Would love to see em!
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Post by grassysound on Jul 16, 2006 15:55:52 GMT -5
The wooden bridge that entered Anglesea was properly named the "Beach Creek Bridge", and was built in 1919. I believe the last posted weight limit was actually seven tons. It closed in 1993 when the new bridge opened immediately north of the existing structure. It was completely dismantled in 1994.
The "Grassy Sound Bridge" was the double-leaf drawbridge over the Intracoastal Waterway. It is this bridge which is still partially in place, and used as a fishing pier.
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scca28
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Post by scca28 on Jul 16, 2006 17:18:52 GMT -5
Hah, this is great! I was just sending an email to Al Alven and here's part of that conversation:
"Well, I also remember that off to the side of the bridge was an old relic ship that was tied up there, and every year it was sunk a little more into the water and sand until one year it was completely gone! Also,every time we crossed that bridge my dad would say "okay all you lucky girls, here I come!". Well, I still carry on that tradition with my family when we cross the bridge into Ocean City. The boys think it's corny, but they know it means a lot to me to keep my dad's memories alive, because the shore was such a big thing for him."
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Post by FlyinGN on Jul 16, 2006 19:13:36 GMT -5
lol good stuff scca. That kinda stuff your Sons will remember like you did for the rest of their lives.. Even tho its corney now it will stay with them.. Trust me...
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Post by mickeyfinz on Jul 17, 2006 6:45:55 GMT -5
We used to have a house on Spruce at the turn b4 Zaberere's and with the windows open, laying in bed at night, the sound of the cars would put my 3 kids to sleep at night. Sometimes I think I can still hear that sound! Maybe wishful thinking for those good 'ol daze.
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Post by Al Alven on Jul 17, 2006 10:10:43 GMT -5
These are just awesome memories, guys.
It really makes you think back. For me, the memories of my childhood in Wildwood with my parents and other family rank among the best memories of my life.
So vivid and clear... and that rickety old bridge... Wow, perhaps that served (and still serves) as one of the single most powerful metaphors for what has always made the Wildwoods so great over the years.
Amazing that such a simple thing could evoke such powerful emotions and memories...
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Post by jensan on Sept 8, 2006 20:12:13 GMT -5
HA HA...My father always turned down the radio to scare my sister with the noise...Forgot about that until I saw this...  |
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