24 February 2008
Another Sunday drive to Waxahachie. Another beautiful day. I drove down to be there at lunchtime to meet with a few of my folks—a fitting for Steve, a fabric check for Arta, and the return of her skirts to Brittney. All is well, and I was back at home in time to enjoy some time with Kyle as we walked the dogs, and then went to a favourite Tex Mex restaurant for dinner.
My photo is of the construction site that is/was/will be again the Eagle Crossing Bridge at Scarborough Renaissance Festival. The bridge was nearly as old as the faire itself, and was in dire need of a major overhaul. So, it seems the festival decided to completely rebuild it! Right now, there is no bridge!
This calls to mind the history lesson to be learned about bridges in the Renaissance. A bridge was a rare and very expensive thing—not to be taken for granted. The fact that our village of Scarborough (actually, more correctly a full-fledged town in Renaissance England) had two bridges, would have been a matter of much pride and a symbol of wealth and affluence. The roads in England in 1533 were built by the Romans 500-1000 years earlier! A good road and a bridge was a very special combination! So, we will live in hope, and trust that our illustrious grounds crew at Scarborough, will indeed get our beloved bridge rebuilt, so that once again we may cross the bridge, and kiss its posts as we pass by!
~MB


















