It’s a York County bridge!!

I heard back from Dover Township very quickly.  The bridge ID#66722009243209 and here is what they had to say:

Ms Crider,
the bridge is maintained by York County.
According to a PennDOT list of York County bridges it was inspected in Feb 2009 and due to be inspected the end of this month.

He also gave me the name and phone number of the gentleman who would know more about that specific bridge.  So, now I’m on a personal search for information on this bridge.  I sent my original webblog page “who’s bridge is this?” to this contact person and also requested information on its history.  coincidentally, I have to write a non-fiction story about something I feel closely about.  Since I already have the momentum flowing, I’m going to stick with the Beaver Hole bridge theme. 

These pictures are from July last year.  My sister is so graceful.  She winds up in the water every time we go to Beaver Hole.  Tesla and Blaine love it there and it makes for beautiful background in pictures. 

The most recent picture is of Tesla yesterday. 

More posts to come about Beaver Hole and the story of the BIG LEAF FIND!

rebirth by fire

My neighbor’s mobile home went up in flames 9/11/10.  What is it with that date?  Sept 11, 2001 Twin Towers, Pentagon, plane are taken down.  Sept 11, 2004, I was taken down by Jhole.  That’s a whole other story there.  Actually, I really need to think out how I’m going to tell my story of 9/11/04.  Anyway, I got side tracked.  I’m back.

So Dave, my neighbor, has a fire in his home.  We saw the smoke clearly and I ran through the woods.  There’s a dirt type road between our homes.  More stone than dirt honestly.  Walking it has risks.  Twisted ankles, scrapes from twigs, poison ivy, oak and sumac.  Like one type of poison isn’t enough from Mother Nature.  I get to the top of the hill…

Smoke was pouring out of his home and his truck wasn’t there, but he wasn’t answering his cell.  I went to check his parents and passed him.  He had been washing his truck at their house when the police arrived.

Dragon’s breath flames shot out open windows while the firefighters punched out the closed ones.  It seemed to melt in slow motion into its self.  Dave mobile burned quickly and kicked off heat.  The gas bottles were already moved so no fear of a sudden large explosion.  The beautiful big screen tv began to bow to the flames and her frame succumbing to the fiery beast.   A small four-wheeler parked outside the porch door began to drip around the hand grips.  Dave’s sons helmet obviously wasn’t fireproof as it became elongated, similar to an egg.  The inner foam bubbled up and oozed off the visor, like contaminated yoke ready to fry. 

The kids were fascinated and I likewise.  After the fire was out and declared safe people began poking around.  That was around 5pm if I recall correctly.  Around 4 am it caught on fire again.  Damn that beast.  9/11/10….another day in flames.

Now things are different.  The fire was from a bad electric adapter, or possibly an extension cord.  Doesn’t really matter.  All is going well.  He has a girlfriend now and he and his sons are alive.  They might have lost everything but their clothes on their back that day and dad’s truck but Dave didn’t let that keep him from starting over.  It was a fresh start for his family and…..he had a clean truck.

Zeth goes to college

So I tell my son Zeth I’m taking him to a lecture with me tonight.  The lecture was about the civil war, slavery, Gettysburg.  I assured him it wouldn’t be as bad as history class and he might even find it interesting.   Zeth met my professor, Dr. Kennedy on the way in.  Zeth immediately put out his hand to shake after the introduction.  Inside my head I’m thinking, “good job son…I have raised you right.”  Dr. Kennedy said, “you made your son come in for this?”  I said “yep, can’t hurt.”

Wow, I was wrong.  Of all lectures, I drag Zeth to the most boring York College lecture I ever attended.  The speaker’s voice was monotone and I found myself losing interest.  Didn’t think it could be possible, but this lecture made war and slavery boring.  I looked over at Zeth and his eyes were closed.

So we ditch the lecture…and to his delight, the lobby was now set up with fruit, cheese, crackers, cookies….That cheered him right up.  I had to cut him off at 3 cookies.  Damn, they were good.  Lecture, not so good.  Sorry son!  It was only extra credit…for me.

Moving on up!!!

just needs a little work

My new home!!!!  Just kidding.  Can’t even afford this place.  Sigh

Redneck Art

What bored rednecks do at the bridge
“Sex, Love and guns”

Really, not much to blog about on this.  Pretty self-explanatory:Rednecks get bored at the bridge.

Obsessed with everything

How not to label your kids clothes

who does this?!?!

I couldn’t help but notice the huge DAD written in permanent marker on my daughter’s pants tag.  I looked twice as I turned them inside right, preparing them for the laundry.  Yes, it did say DAD on Tesla’s pants.  So I grab her shirt and checked out the tagless Walmart blouse.  It’s really cute shirt with a little carousel horse on it.  Tesla just LOVES horses and this was the first I ever saw this outfit, clearly new.  Yes, it did say DAD on the inside of her tagless shirt.  WHO labels their child’s clothing with DAD?  Even if he did buy it for her (or perhaps a new girlfriend did) it’s still TESLA’s clothes.  At what age does a child of a man who is obsessed with what he has and what he can buy stop seeing DAD inside her clothes, new or old.  Eventually, new clothes are old.  This whole situation is just getting old, but never dull.  Seriously, I can’t make this shit up.

Who’s bridge is this?

I love going to the bridge at Beaver Creek.  It’s so peaceful there and perfect to do homework at or take the kids to play in the water.  Since visiting there beginning last summer I noticed the old stone bridge wasn’t in such good shape.  I notified the state of it’s disrepair.  The state called and said they would look into it.  If they actually went to the bridge is in debate because the following day they called to say it didn’t fall under the state’s responsibility to repair and told me to talk to Warrington Township.  So, I sent WT an email.  They wrote back saying it’s not their bridge.  Mapquest lists it in Dover so I emailed Dover Township and asked if this was their bridge and if it is, I would like to see bridge inspection certificates.  I have to wait 5 days max for their response.  Honestly, I don’t know who owns the land but it’s a popular place and beautiful year round.  So, I will continue investigating who Beaver Hole bridge belongs to and who should repair it.  Eventually, it’s going to fall.  Pictures tell a thousand words…there’s even a tree growing out at the base!!

You’re Fuckin Up Our Lives, Dude

She won’t eat.

She won’t eat at the table.

Is it just you and her at the table?

Why does that matter?

It Matters!

No it’s not just her and I eating at the table.

Well maybe that’s why.

What difference would that make?

Because she doesn’t want to eat dinner at the table with a different family all the time!

Because she doesn’t want to call you anymore.

Because she doesn’t talk about you or whoever you’re with anymore.

Nothing.

Except

She doesn’t want to call you.

She doesn’t want to see you.

She doesn’t want to live with you.

She doesn’t want you telling her what she must do.

How I see it

Not to be harsh

She’s folded her hand with you.

She’s done.

Put her first.

Stop with the money.

Stop with the custody.

Stop with the house.

Stop with the business.

Stop with women!

She’s tired of your bullshit too.

You’re fucking up our lives, Dude!

Move ON!!!!!

CLICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Footnotes:Don’t you miss the days when slamming down a phone with an actual cord gave you a sense of satisfaction?

My girlfriend

Break out the purse.
Gonna spend your cash.
Glad we didn’t fuck.
I didn’t want a rash.

Good personality.
Bad upper lip.
You’re 3 points
I need a grip.

At the mall.
Shopping alone.
Left you behind.
In your own home.

The clubs tonight.
My ugly hag,
Do me a favor?
Wear a bag!

“Last Night”

It snowed last night.
I didn’t get no rest.
A fine white powder,
The very, very best.

It kept me awake.
My eyes on my friend.
Trust no one
Only an ear, I dare lend.

In age I am youth.
That is no surprise.
It is experience,
Making me wise.

Never watched Nascar.
People love so dear.
Just out of sight,
Though I can hear.

Quiet those damn cars,
Give me a break!
Tranquility I seek,
Within that white flake.