The article in the last issue of Columbia! magazine prompted many memories and reminded me of my childhood nightmares about bridges.

The three that were prominent in the dreams were the Plum Point Bridge to Knifley, for me the road to Grandma's house; the Green River Hill Bridge to Campbellsville, and the Russell Creek Bridge to Columbia, from Holmes Bend Road, where I lived.

In my recurrent dreams, I crawled across them on hands and knees, terrified, peering down at the water below through cracks wide enough for me to fall through. Literally true, as the cracks were wide, and I was very slender.

When the Bailey Bridge temporarily replaced the fallen one, it was only the reassurances of my dad, Golden Parker, that kept me from hysterics the first time we crossed it! His experiences with that type bridge in the South Pacific during World War II gave me confidence, because it had no railings!

I crossed the Green River Hill Bridge many times on a Greyhound bus as I commuted to Campbellsville College, but I never learned to like it.

The true test that gave proof I had conquered these fears was the drive from Miami and Key West over the miles of bridges there, and I loved it-it was beautiful. However, I'm very glad we have better bridges in these locations today.

-Arlene Rogers, Louisville