The Bridge

by kfrego

There wasn’t any public transportation within twenty five miles of Lyon Mountain. The teenagers and young adults who didn’t have cars had a pretty efficient method of getting to the Hollywood at the lake or the Skyliner in Malone. Single people who had cars very seldom left town on Friday or Saturday nights without a car full of people. The same held true when going to the Miners baseball games on Sunday. Nobody would go to a ball game with only a couple people in the car.

The bridge crossing the brook about halfway between the post office and the gas station was a common meeting spot. The bridge was centrally located to meet people from both ends of town. Anybody driving through town had to cross the bridge. The bridge wasn’t real close to any homes. You could see a good distance in either direction. For the teenagers who smoked it was easy to keep your cigarettes hidden from traffic and neighbors. The rock masonry side of the bridge was comfortable to sit on and the pipe pedestrian railing was good support if you were standing.

If you were hanging out with nothing planned, the bridge was the place to be. You wouldn’t sit on the bridge very long without company. If you wanted to get out of town on the weekend, the bridge was the place to catch a ride. If you drove a car and were going out of town you would drive the length of town going up, swing through Phillips Court, and head back down Sweden. If your car wasn’t full when you hit the bridge, you took as many people as possible. That’s just the way it was. The younger teenagers got their rides. When they started driving they offered rides to the kids who didn’t have cars.

If you came to Lyon Mountain from Merrill, Standish, or Chazy Lake it was easy to get back home if it wasn’t real late. Just hang out at the bridge. Somebody passing by would recognize you and give you a ride home. Everybody looked out for everybody. If you were driving a car and trying to find someone in town, go to the bridge. Somebody would know where they were. Such is life in a small remote town.

If things were quiet during the week we often filled a car and just rode around locally. If we could get several cars together we would play hide and seek with cars full of people. Every car load was like a little traveling circus. We would laugh so hard our sides would ache. It was a great bunch of young people just enjoying life.

Nobody could sneak by the bridge…………….and if you could have, somebody would have known where you were going.