I’m in my hometown for Thanksgiving and part of that experience always includes reconnecting with the people and places that formed me. One such place was a warehouse called Medicus, that used to sit to the left of this road, just before this bridge. Much to my parent’s chagrin I lived there during my senior year in college. My husband was working up in Cleveland, waiting for his report date for Air Force pilot training, and I was finishing school. Six of us lived there on a permanent basis, others came and went. We had only a trickle of warm water in the bathroom and no kitchen but the rent was right at $40 a month. One of my favorite memories is watching snow fall outside the floor to ceiling, multi-paned windows, on the industrial neighborhood that surrounded us.
Looking back, that year was a huge intersection in my life. As soon as I graduated I packed up the few possessions I had and drove over this bridge for the last time. I didn’t know it but from that moment on my life would be radically different as I drove towards life as a military spouse.
Medicus is no longer there, torn down years ago to make way for new development and so the Roebling Suspension Bridge is what I return to when I want to connect with the memories of that very young version of myself.
Yesterday was perfect. The day was cold and crisp, the sky perfectly blue, and the bridge’s strong angles fit in well with this week’s WordPress photo challenge: angular.
Come to think of it, intersections are also angular. I had no idea back in 1980 what was around the corner but I sure am glad I made the turn.
Yet another reason to be thankful tomorrow.