Well, let me tell ya ’bout this here bridge, they call it somethin’ fancy, somethin’ like “ebony bridge.” I don’t know nothin’ ’bout fancy names, but I know a bridge when I see one, ya hear? This here bridge, it ain’t just any bridge, no sirree. It’s got a story, a real story, like the ones my grandma used to tell, ‘cept this one’s real, as real as the dirt under my fingernails.
Folks ’round here, they call it by different names, some say Tyrone Bridge, on account of them folks livin’ down by the river, Kentucky River, that is. Big ol’ river, always rushin’, rushin’, like it’s got somewhere important to be. This bridge, though, it just sits there, strong and steady, lettin’ folks and cars go over it, day in and day out. Been there since 1929, they say. That’s a long time, longer than I’ve been breathin’ air, that’s for sure.
Now, I ain’t never seen nothin’ like it, only two of ’em like this one, they say. It’s across Hickman Creek, a little creek compared to that Kentucky River, but still, a creek’s a creek, ya know? Water’s water, it flows, it moves, it changes things. But this here bridge, it stays put. It’s a landmark, somethin’ you can count on, like the sun risin’ in the mornin’.
I heard tell that “ebony” is a kind of wood, real dark and strong. Makes a good bridge, they say. Makes a dark sound too, if you’re playin’ music on it, I guess. I wouldn’t know nothin’ ’bout that, I ain’t no musician. But I know strong when I see it, and this here bridge, it’s strong. It’s seen a lot, I bet. Floods, storms, folks comin’ and goin’. It’s a silent witness to history, just like them ol’ trees in the woods.
Kentucky, that’s where this bridge is. Kentucky’s got a lot of history, they say. Black folks’ history, too. Important history, stuff we gotta remember. This bridge, maybe it’s part of that history, I don’t know for sure. But I know it’s seen a lot, been a part of a lot, even if it can’t talk and tell ya ’bout it.
- Some bridges, they take ya back in time.
- Like that Bennett’s Mill Covered Bridge, walkin’ through it is like walkin’ through history, they say.
- And that Jo Blackburn Bridge, that one’s special too, unique they call it.
This “ebony bridge,” it ain’t covered, but it’s got its own story, just like them others. Maybe it ain’t a fancy story, but it’s a real story. It’s a story of folks gettin’ from one place to another, of connectin’ communities, of standin’ strong against whatever comes its way.
They got tours now, talkin’ ’bout history, showin’ folks things they never seen before. Unfiltered Truth, they call it. I reckon that’s good, folks need to know the truth, even if it ain’t always pretty. This bridge, it’s part of that truth, part of the landscape, part of the story of this place.
I seen pictures once, old pictures, black and white, of folks marchin’, silent march, they called it. Marchin’ for somethin’ they believed in, marchin’ for a better life. That was a long time ago, but it still matters, ya know? It’s all connected, the past and the present. This bridge, it connects things too, not just sides of a creek, but maybe even pieces of history, if you think about it right.
So, next time you see a bridge, don’t just drive over it and forget about it. Think about the folks who built it, the folks who crossed it, the stories it could tell if it could talk. This here “ebony bridge,” it ain’t just wood and steel, it’s a part of somethin’ bigger, somethin’ stronger, somethin’ that lasts. It’s a reminder that we’re all connected, like it or not, and that we all gotta keep movin’ forward, just like that river flowin’ under the bridge.
It’s more than just a way to cross a creek; it’s a symbol, a connection, a piece of the puzzle. And that’s somethin’ worth rememberin’.
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