Sometime last year Hurricane Irene hit the Northeast and made a huge dent in so many communities. Our small town was not immune to her wrath. On a small road called Hiram Blair road there are two households that live at the end of the road, both houses are separated from Route 23 by a river and in the past for as long as anyone can remember, the bridge, that was the houses lifeline to the rest of the town, was an old culvert. Over the past twenty years, that old culvert had been washed away and replaced as is, because for the minimal damage sustained through those prior storms, the replacements were adequate.
Welcome to Hurricane Irene, the damage sustained was beyond what anyone had ever seen. The river, swollen with Irene’s strength, pulverized the river banks and made the width of the river an extra fifty feet wide. There wasn’t a simple solution and that is where my husband came to the rescue. He had been named as Chairman of the Selectboard and with his expertise in construction management and project management; he was able to get all the necessary governmental agencies on board, the civil engineering firm, the competing bids and was able to formulate a real permanent solution to their washed away mess.
My husband really went to bat for those two families, the other Selectboard member was going to have their homes condemned and force them to move. The consensus at the time of certain townspeople was that correctly fixing the problem, by installing a brand new bridge, was too costly for only two families and thus wasn’t worth the investment. My husband, when he found out about that way of thinking, immediately got in touch with FEMA and with MEMA, both governmental agencies specifically dedicated to helping communities in crisis because of natural disasters. He was able to convince them, based on the merits of the case, to get full funding for the new bridge project.
So the project has been a go since November and every two weeks or so, I’ve been able to go see the progress and also learn about the process of bridge building over a river. That is the interesting part, to see the sand, the boulders, the gravel, the stakes, the hay and all the huge machinery come together and produce bit by bit the bones of the bridge. I have seen my husband build so many different things in the past and it never gets old, definitely never boring, because nothing ever goes as planned on a construction site.