The Bridge Blog A dialog about our new bridge and these web pages
Overview. As a pointy-headed
university professor, my weekend project of bridge photography and
building these web pages generated many questions and introduced me
to just-in-time learning. I enjoy chasing my curiosity and
want to identify ways to encourage younger learners to also enjoy curiosity
chasing and learning.
Learning usually requires repetition while forgetting occurs when
I infrequently use information. Many young learners do not understand
the importance of repetition. Weekly visits to the bridge provided
the repetition necessary to detect changes in the bridge and
many questions and opportunities for learning. Over the course of the
bridge project, I had access to few experts for answering questions.
Rather than a liability, this became an asset and pushed me to improve
my search skills with Google. Soon, I found that answers
to questions encountered during my weekly photo shoots were often
only a Google-search away -
Restoring the Joy in Learning). Consequently Google + Internet became
dependable extensions of my memory.
From time to time, I receive some humorous stories of past experiences with
the Grace bridge. This seems like the best place to share them. To the right
you see (right to left) the Grace, Pearman and Ravenel bridges. Note the
steep incline associated with the older bridges. (Click the image for a larger
J. LaVerne Ard, former mayor of Pamplico, SC and VP of Marsh Lumber Company - circa 1950 story (as told by Bette Cox, Florence, SC):
"As a high school teenager, he drove a flatbed truck during the summer.
One trip to Charleston was for a load of fertilizer. Trying to come back
across the bridge with the flatbed fully loaded, a traffic light caught him,
and when it turned green, the truck simply wouldn't climb the grade.
He sent his little brother to the back of the truck to lay sacks of
fertilizer against the back wheels to keep from rolling back into the traffic
behind him. Then, along came a policeman.
The helpful policeman stopped all traffic, had him back up about two blocks
and rev the motor to get a running start, and cheered him on as the truck
chugged up the hill and on across the bridge."
Terry Edmonds, Apex NC
"When I was 15, in 1963, and had just gotten my learners permit to drive,
my father, sister and I drove from Wilmington, NC to Tampa, FL for Christmas.
I was driving on Hwy. 17 when we got to Mt. Pleasant. The old 2 lane bridge
into Charleston came as a very un"Pleasant" surprise. Dad just looked at me
and said that I was driving. Two way traffic on that old bridge was terrifying.
I must have left clear indentations on the steering wheel with both hands.
Never will forget it. And, I have told my kids the story so often that all of
them have reported back to me when they made their first trip across
'the bridge'. "