[View of the double deck bridge towards Philadlephia]
Photograph
[View of the double deck bridge towards Philadlephia]
From the album [Snapshots from travels in the United States and Canada]
1932 - 1933
Gelatin silver prints
Overall: 2 1/2 × 4 1/8 in. (6.3 × 10.5 cm)
Gift of the 3M Foundation, ex-collection Louis Walton Sipley, 1977
1978.1292.0098c
Inscriptions Written in ink on recto, BC: Havre de Grace 1932 - 33.
Typed in ink on slip of paper placed behind photograph: The Havre de Grace approach to the double deck bridge where the Susquehanna flows into the Delaware River. I think another bridge replaced this unusual one some time ago: (now 1959). Taken in the Fall of 1932 - 33 by A. Thomas Nelson. The lower level carried traffic from the direction of Phila., Pa. toward Washington, D.C. The upper level carried traffic in the opposite direction toward Phila., Pa. One could not get on the wrong level in driving. There were always many large yachts tied up in the large body of water where the Susquehanna entered the Delaware River. People came from distances for the Spring and Fall races. Pa. R.R. Bridge at other side.
On this particular trip we were on our way home from Havre de Grace races with my father, Grant S. Price and his second wife, when they were visiting us for over six weeks at the Logan Square Apts., 1727 Vine St., Phila., Pa.
We had always gone to the races with Mr. Lewis, a neighbor, who first suggested it, took us, and certainly knew the horses , mudders, etc. and on which kind of track they worked best. I never bet except when he suggested it. He was most conservative and wise. I always won. On one race he said "put all you want to on this one". Had I done so, I would have come out well! I did not have the nerve! He once remarked to A.T. "you can throw a blanket over those three horses when they come in" and so one could have. We did no betting on that one so far as I recall.
The Lewis people always liked to take us on their drives for then they did not fight. He was "down", the men in the drug store, Mr. Fitch & friends, begged him to tell & let them help him, but he said there was no help. They told him there was nothing so bad that they could not help get him out of it if he would only tell him. And perhaps they could have! "He insisted there was nothing that could be done", but they were that kind of friends and meant what they said: they would have done anything for him. Too bad. He finally took poison when he was out in his car. We then found out many things. I stand with his wife, but asked no questions. She said she was so glad to have me there when certain ladies of the neighborhood called. I tried to excuse myself but she would not let me leave. Later she said they did not dare ask questions which would have embarrassed her, - did not dare ask questions in my presence. Later when we found out many things, I did not wonder that she had marveled at my silence and treasured my presence. She remarked "you came in and never asked one question"!
I recall placing bets on certain horses for "Bob" Robert Gwathmey, an artist at the Academy of Fine Arts in Phila., Pa. I believe it was a black horse named Cat Tail that won: anyway Bob won and his (and ours too) - his friend Lloyd Walker lost. Walker worked in the Fitch Drug Store. His home was in Craddoc, Va. Bob, Lloyd and Joe Norris had an apartment together in the Fitch apartments and were good neighbors of ours, always having fun and good for the drug store. (Cor. 18th & Vine Sts., near the Phila. Public Library. The municipal bldg., the court bldg. was built later.
Typed in ink on slip of paper placed behind photograph: The Havre de Grace approach to the double deck bridge where the Susquehanna flows into the Delaware River. I think another bridge replaced this unusual one some time ago: (now 1959). Taken in the Fall of 1932 - 33 by A. Thomas Nelson. The lower level carried traffic from the direction of Phila., Pa. toward Washington, D.C. The upper level carried traffic in the opposite direction toward Phila., Pa. One could not get on the wrong level in driving. There were always many large yachts tied up in the large body of water where the Susquehanna entered the Delaware River. People came from distances for the Spring and Fall races. Pa. R.R. Bridge at other side.
On this particular trip we were on our way home from Havre de Grace races with my father, Grant S. Price and his second wife, when they were visiting us for over six weeks at the Logan Square Apts., 1727 Vine St., Phila., Pa.
We had always gone to the races with Mr. Lewis, a neighbor, who first suggested it, took us, and certainly knew the horses , mudders, etc. and on which kind of track they worked best. I never bet except when he suggested it. He was most conservative and wise. I always won. On one race he said "put all you want to on this one". Had I done so, I would have come out well! I did not have the nerve! He once remarked to A.T. "you can throw a blanket over those three horses when they come in" and so one could have. We did no betting on that one so far as I recall.
The Lewis people always liked to take us on their drives for then they did not fight. He was "down", the men in the drug store, Mr. Fitch & friends, begged him to tell & let them help him, but he said there was no help. They told him there was nothing so bad that they could not help get him out of it if he would only tell him. And perhaps they could have! "He insisted there was nothing that could be done", but they were that kind of friends and meant what they said: they would have done anything for him. Too bad. He finally took poison when he was out in his car. We then found out many things. I stand with his wife, but asked no questions. She said she was so glad to have me there when certain ladies of the neighborhood called. I tried to excuse myself but she would not let me leave. Later she said they did not dare ask questions which would have embarrassed her, - did not dare ask questions in my presence. Later when we found out many things, I did not wonder that she had marveled at my silence and treasured my presence. She remarked "you came in and never asked one question"!
I recall placing bets on certain horses for "Bob" Robert Gwathmey, an artist at the Academy of Fine Arts in Phila., Pa. I believe it was a black horse named Cat Tail that won: anyway Bob won and his (and ours too) - his friend Lloyd Walker lost. Walker worked in the Fitch Drug Store. His home was in Craddoc, Va. Bob, Lloyd and Joe Norris had an apartment together in the Fitch apartments and were good neighbors of ours, always having fun and good for the drug store. (Cor. 18th & Vine Sts., near the Phila. Public Library. The municipal bldg., the court bldg. was built later.
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