I leave Independence VA. I want to take VA-94 to Fries VA. This route is also called the "old way" and the "high water bridge" way to get to Fries from Galax. But I see "ROAD CLOSED" signs for 94. I do not know why this occurred, but must go back to Galax to take the "new way" into the town. I do not know why the distinctions were made, both routes have always been there as long as I remember.
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But the high water route is special to me. Here is a Google overhead of this old steel girder bridge over the New River:
And yes taken from the passenger side of the ostentatious ride! I cherish the picture more now because I know that this bridge I will never cross again. An overloaded tractor trailer damaged it. It will be replaced with a pristine sterile bridge I am sure.
So after a really big lunch at my Aunt's house I and many others head to the family house:
One of my cousins is a professional photographer and wanted to get pictures of my Grandparents children in the house that is currently undergoing restoration.
First is a recreation of this photo taken some time ago:
Here is the current version:
So for now the house is alive once again with footsteps, voices, and laughter. Stories told of times past and life lived here in this place. I have the same stories for this place but one generation removed.
Then we head upstairs:
The house had some great features, it had integral directory assistance:
I have volunteered to take care of the phone. Northern Telecom and should still work.
In a previous post on Fathers Day I posted a picture of the back yard. Here is what it looks like now:
As quickly as everyone converged and brought the house to life again, they leave. The house is silent once again. The house is still in the family however and I am reminded of a post from someone else that said: "And still the sun will set on us all...one day...best that we ensure our own shadow is cast upon ground that pleases us best. While we can." How true. I will defend this place and although it is not mine, I feel that it is. I grew up here. Learned many things about self reliance and will of the human spirit. Learned to shoot a shotgun here, fish, and if you see a snake in the garden, shoot it!
Time to go:
This is very sterile driving.
So after retuning home, a toast to the people I carried to their graves and the thanks for what they taught me.