tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post8714431891508060548..comments2024-03-12T09:53:08.253-05:00Comments on St. Vincent Memories: Old Emerson BridgeTrishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-27081713653129590072008-03-16T14:39:00.000-05:002008-03-16T14:39:00.000-05:00Yes, my own mother took me over the bridge just fo...Yes, my own mother took me over the bridge just for 'fun' and I was holding MY breath the whole way over...!Trishymousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-27226056167755281762008-03-16T14:13:00.000-05:002008-03-16T14:13:00.000-05:00Great photo -- I can't believe that sign is still ...Great photo -- I can't believe that sign is still up there!! I still have dreams (nightmares?) about crossing over that bridge. It was pretty old even when I was little (it was the "old bridge" as opposed to the "new bridge"), & my sister & I used to hold our breath as we drove over it, en route to our grandparents' farm outside of town. <BR/><BR/>LoriAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-24256179905795704222008-03-15T14:48:00.000-05:002008-03-15T14:48:00.000-05:00Great picture. I remember going with my Dad to Em...Great picture. I remember going with my Dad to Emerson when he would haul (and sell water) for his water business. Best, MikeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com