I'm having a difficult week....lots and lots of education fluff is going on that doesn't have anything to do with teaching, so even though this site isn't on the Wordless Wednesday blogroll I'm participating anyway. I love this picture.....it's very calming. It makes me think of a very hot barefoot afternoon. I can almost feel the warm wood against my feet as I make my way across the bridge. More later about this picture....I promise!
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It looks like it might be the covered bridge near Helen in the Sautee Valley. If so, that bridge was in the move "I'd Climb The Highest Mountain".
I love your blog---a great place to find other Georgia Blogs. Thank you for sharing so much with us. I have linked you so I can always return here. If this is an issue please let me know and I will remove it, also I would like to be a part of the Georgia Carnival of Bloggers.
I love your blog too--I love having all these great Georgia bloggers in one spot! This is a beautiful picture--reminds me of a bridge near my childhood home in Alabama...
Ellie Bee, it might just be. I need to go back and get the location of the bridge. One thing I do know is it is a King bridge....one of the bridges built by Horace King or one of his sons. The Kings built bridges all through Georgia and Alabama.
Vicki, I'll be adding you and Ellie Bee to the blogroll soon.
ET, I didn't know that about the bridge in Helen. I love to go up there. My son went to Truett McConnell for awhile, and Dear Hubby proposed to me on that long road at the end of 400 that heads you on up towards Cleveland.
EHT,
We have friends in Cleveland we usually visit a couple times a year. We have romantic ties to the area too - we spent our honeymoon at Unicoi State Park near Helen (1967),
Also, my relatives, the England family were the founders of Helen (as far as white people), and down by the covered bridge is a bed & breakfast called The Stovall House. Back before the Civil War it was owned by an in-law, sort of, Moses Harshaw, who married one of the England girls. He was at that time considered the meanest man in Georgia. When a slave got too old or sickly to be productive he simply carried them up to a steep ledge of nearby Lynch Mountain and pushed them over. He also, when going to buy supplies and needed a slave to load the wagon he would not let the slave sit in the wagon, he had to run behind the wagon with a leather collar around his neck - if he tripped, fell, or just couldn't keep up his neck would snap. And that why Moses was considered the meanest man in Georgia.
Gosh, he was mean. I simply cannot fathom people acting like that.
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