Spanning a Lifetime
I have always had the oddest affinity with the Mackinac Bridge which connects the two halves of Michigan. I remember as a very little girl, crossing that bridge in my parents '59 Chevy station wagon (the one with the winged tail lights). My mother and father chatted on about the amazing Mac that had opened up a few years before this family trip from the suburbs of Chicago to the UP. They talked about the 5 men who had died building that bridge and how it was the longest suspension bridge in the world...at the time. Little did I know that many years later I would be living in Michigan and get to know a man who's father was one of those 5 who lost their lives.
On the way back home from that trip we were in a serious accident when a man plowed into the back of that Chevy wagon. I remember being in the hospital and little else that day. Fortunately no one was killed, but the poor Chevy was written off. We moved to Africa not long afterward, but I never forgot the Mackinac bridge and listening to that conversation, as little as I was at the time. It was a strange moment in 2021 when I stood looking at that bridge again for the first time since that day. I wondered how that it stands unchanged and even the price of crossing has only risen 75 cents since the bridge opened, yet so much of life has passed since then. Standing there I felt I had come full circle (for now at least).
Please enjoy the sunset details in Large. Thank you so much for your visit!
Peeblespair Website ~ Instagram~ Artfully Giving
Spanning a Lifetime
I have always had the oddest affinity with the Mackinac Bridge which connects the two halves of Michigan. I remember as a very little girl, crossing that bridge in my parents '59 Chevy station wagon (the one with the winged tail lights). My mother and father chatted on about the amazing Mac that had opened up a few years before this family trip from the suburbs of Chicago to the UP. They talked about the 5 men who had died building that bridge and how it was the longest suspension bridge in the world...at the time. Little did I know that many years later I would be living in Michigan and get to know a man who's father was one of those 5 who lost their lives.
On the way back home from that trip we were in a serious accident when a man plowed into the back of that Chevy wagon. I remember being in the hospital and little else that day. Fortunately no one was killed, but the poor Chevy was written off. We moved to Africa not long afterward, but I never forgot the Mackinac bridge and listening to that conversation, as little as I was at the time. It was a strange moment in 2021 when I stood looking at that bridge again for the first time since that day. I wondered how that it stands unchanged and even the price of crossing has only risen 75 cents since the bridge opened, yet so much of life has passed since then. Standing there I felt I had come full circle (for now at least).
Please enjoy the sunset details in Large. Thank you so much for your visit!
Peeblespair Website ~ Instagram~ Artfully Giving