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When We Cross Over
By Homer Hirt
I grew up in Chattahoochee, Florida, a small town that overlooks the confluence of the Chattahoochee, Flint and Apalachicola Rivers. The Florida State Hospital is there. It had once been a fort in the time of the American Civil War. The largest employer, other that the Hospital, was Florida Gravel Company.
Florida Gravel Company was formed when the State called for bids to construct a bridge across the Apalachicola, and a shrewd Yankee came down from Ohio, found that the alluvial flow of the rivers had brought down quartz and flint rock and fine sand that was ideal for heavy construction. He bid and won and formed Florida Gravel Company. The bridge was completed in 1923, opening that area of Florida to automobile traffic. (more…)