"You can never go home...." Bridge Story - Mother's Day, May, 2025
The phrase 'you can't go home again,' drawn from Thomas Wolfe’s timeless novel, captures the bittersweet truth that time changes all things – places, people, even our own hearts. The past, once left, becomes a country we can visit only in memory; each return is a mixture of comfort and loss, the familiar made strange by the years in between. Yet, yesterday, I found myself once again on the road that once led me to The Farm , where I grew up, crossing Maeystown Creek. I paused in the cool, dappled shade of a tree near the creek, unwrapped my lunch, and let the quiet wrap around me like a long-forgotten embrace. The soft rustle of leaves, the gurgle of the creek, even the distant hum of insects – all felt like whispers of an earlier, younger time, a place where my roots first found their hold. Wandering down to the low-water bridge, I paused, marveling at the old structure. My father built it, with concrete and two large metal pipes, a practical creation that has withstood...
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