tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218666065151791559.post60253513716346048..comments2023-07-01T01:41:45.906-07:00Comments on Garden in the Rain: Golden Gate BridgeElkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088000027208586201noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218666065151791559.post-53714548458051743882011-04-09T05:54:00.115-07:002011-04-09T05:54:00.115-07:00I remember that section of pipe! I haven't be...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...Our Ohanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03940117691374273392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218666065151791559.post-29762147497436991492011-04-08T12:12:06.878-07:002011-04-08T12:12:06.878-07:00Yes, I can fill you in on "the legend." ...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.<br />Love to all, Grandma Rita L. Anderson JacksonRitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03558107610120866836noreply@blogger.com