This shows just how big those cables really are.
The big cable is filled with hundreds of tiny cables.
Family legend has it that my maternal grandfather walked all the way up those cables on our local suspension bridge, the Narrows Bridge. Maybe my mom can fill in the details in a comment...
We caught a beautiful sunset over the ocean on our way back to the San Francisco side.
Good night, Goldie.
2 comments:
Yes, I can fill you in on "the legend." It is not a legend at all. My Dad, Elke's maternal grandfather, Joseph W. Anderson, worked on the second Narrows Bridge in Tacoma, Washington. He was a foreman of a crew. He would start in the morning and walk up and down and up and down the cable on one side of the bridge. He would take tools to the men who were working (women, too, if there were any working on it-but in the 1950's, probably unlikely that there were). He would stop to have lunch on the other side. Then in the afternoon he would walk back over the cable, up and down and up and down. The way he tells the story, he did this everyday. I do not know for how long.
Love to all, Grandma Rita L. Anderson Jackson
I remember that section of pipe! I haven't been to the bridge since I was maybe 12 years old, but I totally remember that part. Just had to reminisce for a second there...
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