tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784194833095052545.post8628208963751055121..comments2023-08-08T06:57:47.273-07:00Comments on ....miles to go before I sleep....: Combs Bridge....miles to go before i sleep....http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756252414499622608noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784194833095052545.post-34662008213367854882015-12-30T21:18:47.329-08:002015-12-30T21:18:47.329-08:00I wish I had seen and known about this back when i...I wish I had seen and known about this back when it was going on. I was raised a short distance away from Comb's Bridge. My four siblings and I all learned to swim right under that bridge! There was an old log sticking out, where we would take turns lining up to jump off into the deeper water. Back in those days, which is unbelievable to some people, as I'm only in my early forties, we didn't have air conditioning. I remember that old country house getting so hot during those long summer days, and we all looked forward to the evenings, when we would jump in the back of the truck and go down to the river to swim. We, also, used to cross that bridge on Sunday mornings, on the way to Comb's Church, just down the road past the bridge. A tiny country church, I remember the elders would get excited when we had thirty or forty people show up on special occasions. I learned a lot about life and love at that old church. The older ladies would pick me up on the way to church and drop me back off at home. Although the congregation was tiny, and nobody had much money, they used to pay for me and my siblings to attend camp for a week each summer, which was so exciting for us! My best friend since kindergarten, as we were the only two girls in our grade at Lowrey Elementary school, and 9 days apart in age, lived on the other side of the old Comb's bridge. I remember excitedly riding her bus home with her, as we rattled across the old bridge that we all loved. So many wonderful memories in my heart, as well as those of many others I'm sure! Thank you for your beautiful photos of our beloved bridge, and for trying to help save it! I think back about the bridge and those days, and for a time, I feel like I am six years old again, a refreshing break from my busy life as it is!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02255005447575176617noreply@blogger.com