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.

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.

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!!

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.

Sledding in my car!

I lost control of my car driving to class.  It didn’t take more than a few seconds.  I was driving on Bull Rd in Dover.  Just as I was approaching a church I realzed my car was sliding sideways… for an eternity.   Then hollywood style, it turned around at the last second.  I saw the stonewall in my rearview mirror and thought “I’m going to wreck my car!”  I prepared for the airbag to go off, but came to a complete stop and nothing happened.  Frozen in shock, it took me a little bit to grasp what just happened.  I got out of the car and saw the wall at the corner of the graveyard was actually bushes.  What a relief even though I didn’t hit it.

  A car stopped to check on me.  She was very nice and could see how shook up I was.  Some jerk drove around her and I.  I supposed I was holding him up!  I moved my car easily and drove into the parking lot.  Had to take a moment to get a grip after that experience.  Just before this, I had pasted a dump truck that slid off the road and another truck was helping him.  Even before I left my home, I was slipping around trying to clean my car off!  I should have realized then it wasn’t worth trying to drive on the unplowed, no cinder, country roads.  So I am home, waiting for my nephew who just arrived at school to come home immediately in the egg carton busses.  It’s just not safe out!!

Rush PA the paperwork….sit and wait, then SURPRISE!!

Hello Pennsylvania….a commonwealth…good ole PA. Really, all the paperwork I fill out for you? The forms, receipts, copies..in triplicate!
You have my social security number, issued my driver’s license, approved my name changed prior to a final divorce decree. I report my earnings, my child support, alimony, where I live, how much we eat.
Sweet Commonwealth, I have such trust in you. I rush the forms and receipts you need to process my tuition funds. Not once, but twice. The second copy of the receipt for college books needed in the next term marked “Please Rush” in desperation of check delivery.

Mail, on the kitchen table….from PA!! For me, my fundage for school books problemo. Tearing open the envelope, impressed at the speed of my new caseworker response. This dude is like my 5 caseworker. Why shuffle us around like cards? I hate retelling a new social worker all the BS on how I got in this perdicament…. Thinking as I tear, “how long will this take? how will I handle any differences in the funds?”
I stop breathing. Ok, actually was holding my breath. I see at the top of the paper one simple black checkmark. In a little box, as usual for the government’s forms. Denied. What?! DENIED?! I have professors lending me books until my funds come in! What state employee dropped the ball this time?

PA, at times a generous commonwealth, assists me in going to college. Wonderful…almost a full scholarship for my associates degree. I am blessed.
Unfortunatly I am cursed by the PA Assistance Program. Each department in PA appears to run independantly. Very little communication between state worker’s in Labor & Industry, Welfare, Domestics, etc. One department approves a scholarship, another childcare assistance. Food stamps here but child support and alimony over there. Special allowance for mileage in my Commonwealth purchased vehicle so I can drive my daughter to daycare, pick her up when it’s my custody time, buy groceries to feed my family on their tab. Special allowance for a MathLab CD….but when the serious tab (about $400 for this term) is documented and delivered twice…DENIED. Sigh…appeal.

It’s just gas…..it to will pass.

My name is Pattie and I am on a journey.  I’d like to think it’s a freewill journey but only time will tell.  Just tonight, I purchased my own web blog.  From what I understand, I’ll have to keep a journal for my writing courses at college.

Back in 7th grade a teacher, Mr. Kinley, at Dover High School, required us to keep a journal.  I have around 15 paper journals from growing up.  Most of my writing was during middle and highschool but for many years, I continued after graduation.

My journal writing stop abruptly in 2004.  That’s when I met my current, but future ex-husband.  Now, I have an outlet better then a paper journal.  The world wide web…..not only can I share my experience doing time as the Wife of a Control Freak, but I can let you know I’m having gas issues.

More posts of all kinds coming in the future!

Pattie