Remains of the old Sardine Bridge as seen from modern road
The ghosts of our not so distant past haunt us every day. Not in the sense of apparitions and spirits floating through the air necessarily but the haunting is to be found off the roadsides and the backwoods where old homesites, cemeteries and memories collide in a crescendo of the past following down the river of time into the sea of eternity. It's my speculation that these people of the past want to be remembered for the places where they lived, worshipped, loved and died and they want their life lessons to pass to us. Therefore it makes sense to seek out their story
Up the road from the Size...
