The Most beautiful Bridge on the Pennsylvania Turnpike.

 

Allow me a bit of nostalgia.  While I've lived more than half my life in California, I did grow up in Pennsylvania and have driven the PA Turnpike more than a few times.  To be honest, I can't remember this particular bridge, and I have my doubts about it being the most beautiful bridge on the highway, but I know where Bedford is, and I've been along the Little Juniata River.  

So, the caption on the back, "America's Dream Highway links Pittsburgh and Harrisburg.  Middle West and Atlantic Seaboard.  It has 160 overpasses and underpasses and 139 bridges for rivers and streams.  The most beautiful bridge is located in the Bedford Narrows."  Published by "MINSKY BROS, & CO., PUBLISHING DIVISION, PITTSBURGH, PA."  

McConnell, Photographer, Letterkenny

 

Well, that's what is stamped on the back.  Almost certainly Thomas McConnell, a commercial photographer who had a studio on Market Square in 1901.  And that's it.  A few family details, but beyond that, nothing.  Letterkenny is town in County Donegal, Ireland.  Republic of, not Northern.  It's called the Cathedral Town, home of St. Eunan's Cathedral, all on the River Swilly.  What can I say, photographs travel.  I bought this CDV in the Los Angeles area, just like the previous post. 

William Abernethy, Belfast

 

Since my last post was from 2026, I thought I'd go back to the 19th century, just for a bit of contrast.  The Abernethy credited as the photographer on the carte de visite, is almost certainly William Abernethy, born in Belfast, Northern Ireland in 1864, died 1930.  He opened his first studio in 1886 at the age of 22.   He was very successful and eventually employed a large staff and opened a number of branch studios in the area.  In an advertisement from 1895 he claimed that his studios photographed 18,000 portraits in the previous year.  And lest we forget, that's some wild head of hair.  

The Trio

 

Another true found photograph.  I had to walk to the store this morning, and there it was, in the middle of the sidewalk.  It looks like it's been stepped on a few times.  I'm beginning to think that my fascination with other people's snapshots is entering crazy town.  Oh well, at least I'm not doing any harm to others. 

A Man and His Car

 

Mom, dad, three kids and creepy Uncle Bob in the background.  I have a soft spot for photos like this.  My father was born in 1919, lived through the Great Depression, and served in World War 2.  He was very proud of his cars and always kept them clean and polished.