…could misspell her own nickname: “Betty Boop.”
Forty-five years later (1) I don’t remember the bridge turrets being so white; (2) I remember we tried reading a plaque that other people seemed to find interesting but my German wasn’t good enough. I don’t think it’s the plaque in the first picture below; I don’t see the second plaque on the bridge side of the gate.
That’s why I took pictures. Now I often get better results from the Internet.
The inscriptions are translated at the bottom of this page.
Time travel! I love the Interwebs!
On the side of the bridge tower, facing the old town, an inscription of the memorable storming of the bridge during the second coalition war, an event which the painter Friedrich Rottmann had recorded in the well-known, charming picture. A weak Austrian occupation, on that day, defended the attacks of two French columns, who had descended the mountain road and attempted to penetrate Heidelberg, with a great steadfastness.
(28) This bridge defended on 10 October 1799 against the onslaught of the French with heroic bravery and victorious success the Austrian Uhlans Regiment “Prince Schwarzenberg”
The memory of the last days of the Second World War is extremely painful to every Heidelberg, since the three Neckar bridges were blown senselessly. A black marble plaque on the north side of the Bridge Tower commemorates the destruction and rapid reconstruction of the old bridge:
(29) On 29 March 1945, one of the last days of the great war, this bridge, together with the other Neckar bridges, was blown senselessly. In the awareness of the significance of the bridge for the image and the history of Heidelberg, the citizens of the city have resolved and executed reconstruction. On July 26, 1947, the bridge was given to traffic. May it preserve a good fortune from further destruction.
There is also a monkey and a poem. TMI….
I went to a funeral today for a family friend. Pete was a retired police officer and Vietnam War Navy vet. He had Type 1 diabetes and had more than his share of health issues including open heart surgery. Some years after that, he had a stroke—just one year short of retirement age.
The ceremony was very simple. People got up and spoke about Pete. His son talked about his two fathers – Pete before the stroke, and Pete after the stroke. He loved them both. His other son went to the microphone and wept for a full minute before echoing much of what his brother had said. A friend got up from the crowd and said some nice things. A neighbor said what a pleasure it was to live next door to Pete. And a township supervisor got up and explained how he got into legal trouble for delaying Pete’s retirement for that final year after the stroke so he would be eligible for a police pension. There were some laughs and some sniffles among the crowd at each speech.
I decided to hang around for the ride to the cemetery, and I got in line with about a half a mile of cars. As we drove to the cemetery (at 15 miles per hour), we passed many intersections. Every major crossroad was blocked off by a police car with its lights flashing. They were from every township along the way.
That’s when I lost it. I didn’t cry at the service nor when “Taps” was played at the graveside. But something about seeing all those police lined up is what got to me and started the tears. That these people really care about each other and share a special bond.
I’ve seen the scene hundreds of times on TV. We all have. These days, I watch old replays of “Hill Street Blues,” “NYPD Blue,” and I watch other cop shows – both fictional and documentary. But being near that thin blue line for real had an unexpected effect on me.
When it comes to tears, you never know what’s gonna do it till you’re there.
HARRISBURG (AP) — The Pennsylvania Turnpike has begun removing more than 1,000 emergency roadside call boxes because too few people use them now that nearly everyone has a cellphone.
The turnpike commission says it will save about $250,000 a year by removing the boxes, which should be gone by the end of the month.
The boxes were installed in 1988 and in that year 2,000 motorists used them more than 18,000 times to call for help. Last year, the boxes were only used 772 times.
The turnpike’s chief operating officer, Craig Shuey, says cellphones are safer, too, because motorists can remain in their vehicles while calling for help, instead of standing along the side of the road as traffic passes.
I came across this interesting source. FWIW….
A lot of people my age are dead.
My Prediction: The US will double down on anti-ballistic missile defense development (a.k.a. Reagan’s “Star Wars” from the 1980s & other missile-killers).
North Korea is not the last player who will attempt nuclear blackmail against the United States. Can the US tolerate a nuclear armed North Korea? No. But since it there is no viable alternative, it must be tolerated.
The US will go back to its old strategy of outspending its enemy on military defense. Might work one more time. And the technology continues to evolve, now with such interesting tactical items as drones, for instance. Also, if we develop a viable defense, it should work against multiple enemies that will continue to pop up.
Everybody agrees, war in Korea is an almost impossible idea. And of course, what many people ignore, the only thing worse than that war would be the following peace.