I was born on the bayou within a few miles of this old bridge in 1947. I remember having to slow down as we crossed it. The timbers would creak and pop. The truck would rock back and forth with the rise and fall of the runners. Here and there we would see gaps in the planks and think about what it would be like if the bridge fell through or if we ran off it. That made for nightmares in later life.
There was an old railroad trestle that crossed the bayou not far away from the bridge. Once, we saw that the old train that ran between Star City and Gould and the trestle had crashed into the bayou.
Within a radius of about six or seven miles there were at least three other similar bridges that crossed the bayou. At some, the school bus would stop and let the children walk across the bridge before the bus crossed. It took a lot of effort to maintain these old bridges. But they were the kind that made a kid's heart pound as they approached them.
Bob Lamb, now in Pine Bluff, Arkanss.
I was born on the road this bridge is on. I crossed it all my life coming out to the hiway to go into town or to church or school.
It in now repaired & replaced with a concrete bridge. Installed about two years ago.
I miss the old wooden bridge and the holding of one's breath as you took chances of crossing the old wooden bridge....