Significant Progress On The Bridge

East End Abutment

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West End Looking East Toward Village

ON THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET

The poetry of earth is never dead :
     When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
     And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead  ;
That is the Grasshopper's ~ he takes the lead
     In summer luxury, ~ he has never done
     With his delights ; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never :
     On a lone winter evening, when the frost
          Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
     And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
          The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.

~ John Keats (1795 - 1821) English Romantic Poet.  The Poetical Works of John Keats edited with an Introduction and Textual Notes by H. Buxton Forman, C.B. , 1908 Reprinted...1940.

Thoughts on Father's Day ~

"The fellow that owns his own home is always just coming out of a hardware store." 
~ Kin Hubbard

"A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life is to furnish, watch, show it, and keep it in repair the rest of his life."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

"You don't have to deserve your mother's love.  You have to deserve your father's.  He's more particular."
~ Robert Frost

"The fundamental defect of fathers is that they want their children to be a credit to them."
~ Bertrand Russell

"Home is not where you live but where they understand you."
~ Christian Morgensters

~ "The Harper Book of Quotations", Robert I. Fitzhenry, editor.  1993, HarperCollins.

"Places of nestling green for Poets made."  ~ Story of Rimini

I STOOD tip-toe upon a little hill,
The air was cooling, and so very still,
That the sweet buds which with a modest pride
Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside,
Their scantly leav'd, and finely tapering stems,
Had not yet lost those starry diadems
Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.
The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn,
And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept
On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept
A little noiseless noise among the leaves,
Born of the very sigh that silence heaves :
For not the faintest motion could be seen
Of all the shades that slanted o'er the green.
There was wide wand'ring for the greediest eye,
To peer about upon variety ;
Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim,
And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ;
To picture out the quaint, and curious bending
Of a fresh woodland alley, never ending ;
Or by the bowery clefts, and leafy shelves,
Guess where the jaunty streams refresh themselves.
I gazed awhile, and felt as light, and free
As though the fanning wings of Mercury
Had play'd upon my heels:  I was light-hearted,
And many pleasures to my vision started ;
So I straightway began to pluck a posey
Of luxuries bright, milky, soft and rosy.

~ John Keats (1795 - 1821) English romantic poet.  POETICAL WORKS OF KEATS,  Edited by H. Buxton Forman, C.B.  HUMPHREY MILFORD, OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS, Great Britain. First published in 1908, reprinted...1940.

The Car For Business or Pleasure

 

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Larry Smith's International Harvester Collection

 

Heritage Grand East Bank Looking Downstream

 

 

Heritage Grand ~ Looking Upstream.  Progress on The Bridge

 

 Reports indicate that the new bridge will be aligned with the highway sometime during the last week of August, 2016 and that work on the bridge will be complete by spring, 2017.

View From Ouse Street East Bank

 
 



East Bank Looking Upstream