Bridgeport. Tennessee, as seen from Grandpa Bud's front porch in the summer of 1958.
It was built on US 25-70 in 1922 and was recently replaced with a modern span.
The gap at the top in the trees on the crest of the ridge in the background is the upper portion of a barely visible cleared pasture that the locals called "The Broadaxe" because, from this distance, the shape of the clearing resembled that common tool. By the time of my grandmother's death in 1980, the Broadaxe had been reclaimed by the trees and was only a memory.
I shot this photo with my first camera. Dad bought it for me at a general store in Cocke County, when we stopped to buy bait for a fishing trip. It used 620 roll film, cost him about six dollars, and was molded from the ugliest green plastic imaginable. I loved that thing.
I have never seen another similar vehicle. The rider pushed the pedals down to move it and the seat raised and lowered as the rear wheels rolled.
Scanned from a 1940s postcard in Mama's Cedar Chest
"THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH is synonymous with ROMANCE, ADVENTURE, DISCOVERIES, A NEW WORLD, FLORIDA! Hidden away among the century old oaks, cedars, and magnolias, the fabled fountain of Don Juan Ponce de Leon still bubbles forth, as thousands of people are constantly finding their way to this National Shrine, following the footsteps of this famous Spanish explorer who first landed on the mainland of North America only a few hundred feet away, A. D. 1513, in his search for eternal youth."