8/1 is our wedding anniversary. For the last couple of years we’ve taken off by ourselves (read grandparents gotta grandparent) to the mountains of NC and TN.
Another old post from an older blog of mine. (Read lazy.)
The following is an excerpt from a local newspaper, The Lancaster News.
This story was written by Gregory A. Summers
Credit where credit is due, Seegars
The portion of Old Lansford Road between S.C. 9 business and Memorial Park Road is nothing more than an overgrown and under-used eyesore now.
But 100 years ago, the deserted stretch was one of the countyβs busiest and most vibrant thoroughfares.
Although itβs now abandoned, the one-lane trestle that crosses Cane Creek has become affectionately known in local folklore as βGreen Hand Bridge.β
Two Lancaster County men, who wished to remain anonymous, shared this version of βThe Legend of Green Hand Bridgeβ with The Lancaster News in October 1988.
Hereβs their story: βOne night, me and some of my friends were coming across here (Old Landsford Road) and we saw him walking on the bank over there,β the man said, as he motioned to an area on the left side of the creek.
βRight thereβs where I saw it,β the other man said, pointing to the water below the bridge.βIt was green and coming out of the water. Nothing but the hand.βLocal storytellers say the creek that flows beneath the bridge was once the sight of a fierce American Revolution skirmish. During the course of the struggle, a British soldierβs hand was ripped from his arm by a saber and fell into the murky waters below the bridge.And sometimes on nights of good visibility, his wandering spirit can be seen combing the edge of the stream in search of his missing appendage and his sword.
A strange place during the day. I went as far as I could into the woods on this little one lane dirt road until a fallen tree blocked our path. I left the wife and daughter at the truck and went ahead on foot.
There is a wide open path to the site. The bridge is definitely in disrepair but, as has been stated, the county doesn’t keep it up anymore. I got a feeling of being watched while I was here, but I wasn’t spooked. No big scary during the daytime. There are some really interesting old bridges around here that are basically just lost to nature. I really suggest that you visit them if you have the chance. There is a strange feeling in it for you, finding modern architecture just being taken back over by nature.
The store has lots of free to play free standing old school arcade games.
The gentleman running the store, who I assume is Joe, was extremely friendly. He talked with Sam just like an adult and made him feel important. This was after all his deal, I was just the transport.
The one thing Sam was looking for was a Nintendo 64. The price was very reasonable and we walked out of the store with a lot more than we bargained for, but again, his money not mine.
His new precious. To the victor go the spoils, I guess.
If youβre in the market for some great retro gaming pieces give Joe a look. You wonβt be disappointed. Link to the store and itβs information above.
A friend got some great news today in a couple of things and I cannot be happier for her. Truly.
Sometimes you humble people without knowing you have.
A snippet of the conversation. I hope she doesnβt mind.
Typical βblah work blah I have it so badβ response. But she made me think immediately. My daily life is usually where I get stuff for this blog from so (deep breath)…
Iβm alive. Iβm breathing.
Iβm working and providing for my family.
I have a great, loving wife who I could not do what I do without. Someone I cannot do without.
Iβve got two great kids. They make great grades. Theyβre decent, compassionate people. They got all of their mothers good qualities and the few good qualities I have to give.
I live free in a great country and I can appreciate this because Iβve lived for short times in countries that arenβt free and not that great.
I have friends that I can call on who will actually come to help.
I have some friends that will actually come and stand back to back with me and physically fight any who come against me.
I am blessed beyond measure.
And I donβt appreciate that enough.
The few small troubles I do have are nothing compared to the life I have.
Since Covid took over our lives and weβve been frozen in our regular habits I havenβt been able to do something.
Lunch.
We usually donβt take them because we have short hours and we want to do our work and leave the stores. Thatβs when we are working alone.
Whenever I have the whole team together at one location on special projects I make it a point to take lunch. Itβs not anything like a team building exercise or anything work related.
Weβre more than coworkers. It does help with the workflow. But the fact that we enjoy each otherβs company, have fun, and can sit and eat a meal together makes it so much easier on us as a team that is forced together because of work.
Theyβre like my daughters.
I say this because Iβm twenty two years senior to the oldest one.
One of them I havenβt been able to sit down and eat lunch with since she was hired six months ago. Usually it happens first day but…covid.