The survival of the Ghost Bridge is of great interest to me because of youthful memories.

Growing up in Red Bay, we had the Old Creek Bridge, which spanned Bear Creek and looked like a replica of Ghost Bridge. It, too, was made of wood and steel. It was the place to go for high school club and church youth parties. We loved the “weenie” roasts and toasted marshmallows. Groups of friends met there at times. We loved it.

Our Old Creek Bridge is gone now, and it leaves a lonely place in my heart thinking of it. I hope Ghost Bridge is saved.

It also reminds me of an old Christmas song from the 1950s called “The Kissing Bridge.” Here is a verse:

“To the old kissing bridge, on a cold Christmas day, Every boy took his girl, for a ride on a sleigh, And they stopped! And they kissed! So they always had a very, Merry Christmas.”

Marvaline Stamphill

Florence