Twenty or thirty years ago I remember my dad and I talking about the Grand Trunk railroad, or more accurately the Southern New England Railroad. I recall saying something about none of the bridges ever being completed. He told me that was wrong and there was one that he used to jump off when he was a kid. For some reason, I always thought this bridge was in Sturbridge where the line crossed the Quinebaug.
The Southern New England railroad, a.k.a. the railroad that never was has always fascinated me. In my last post, I showed some of the “bones” that still remain to be seen throughout my hometown of Southbridge. Today I have some more to share.
This is the best time of year to go searching for bones in the woods, although as I have learned they aren’t always in the woods. The snow is gone, the leaves have yet to leaf out and anything that fell during autumn is packed down leaving a clear view of what there is to be seen.