This morning, Saturday, August 2nd, 2025 was the first gathering of the "Coffee on the Bridge" group following the July 5th flood, which washed away the 1907 "Rusty Bridge".
Not knowing what to expect in the way of attendance at our new endeavor, "Coffee on the Porch", I was pleased to see it well attended, by those who loved the Old Bridge. I heard positive attitudes expressed toward what the future holds for the community and the "Friends of Joppa Community". Seems that there is a positive outlook for the Joppa Community, which will not only benefit those here, but those throughout Burnet County as well. Stay tuned.
After "Coffee on the Porch" was concluded this morning, some visitors from Copperas Cove stopped by asking about the bridge and also expressing that they wish there was something like "Coffee on the Porch" over there way. Perhaps we live at a time where there is a need for simple, positive associations with one another, without drama and conflict.
See you next month. First Saturday of the month ~ Delbert Cain, August 2, 2025
See Personal Recollections below... please send your stories to Toni
Difficult to imagine Christmas without Joppa Bridge
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How important is an old 1907 rusty iron bridge in an out of the way place in Burnet County?
To some it’s a big part of their childhood memories. Memories of a lifestyle that produced life-long memories. Memories and recollections of family, friends, gatherings on or near the bridge. A simple time when people were eager to spend time together. A simple life of what is really important.
As in the simple, peaceful life Jesus lived. A life that gives life.
Thousands of individuals have used, crossed over, fished off of, taken “ownership” and connected their lives to that old rusty Joppa bridge that crosses over the North San Gabriel River. It sits a few miles down river from where the first settlers (the Webster party) attempted to settle on a league and a labor of land in 1839, sixty-eight years prior to the bridge being built in 1907. The Webster party was prohibited from settling on their land at the time, due to 300 Comanches who were camped there.
Will the new concrete bridge, beside it, produce memories and be just as important to Burnet County residents? Or just be something to drive on to cross the river for convenience. It’s needed in a practical way but the old iron bridge is needed in another way. Together, side by side, both connect the past and the present.
The “old rusty iron bridge” speaks of life lived, the new concrete bridge speaks of convenience. Both needed. One important enough to become a state historic site in 2017, but then had to be closed by the county due to needed repairs.
Let’s open it, create a small out of the way 'Iron Bridge Park' and rebound the memories and stories. Let’s take ownership and pass it on. Time along with the stories are slipping by.
~ Delbert Cain, December 2022
I wish we knew all the memories and could record what the Bridge meant to them.
All true stories, but only a few of the hundreds that could be told. Each one important
When they revisit the old bridge years from now (and they will), what will they find? A pile of rusty iron or a bridge full of stories, important to all and still producing stories and fond memories of lives lived.
- D. Cain, Dec 2022
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~ D. Cain, Dec 2022
Several years ago, on a beautiful Saturday morning, a small group of very well-dressed strangers were found standing on the old Russell Gabriel Bridge. Their cars were parked on the side of the road next to the new bridge. They had climbed the fence and were gathered on the old bridge. The owner of the property adjacent to the bridge drove past the group and stopped to ask what they were doing on the bridge.
They had traveled from Houston to honor their Grandfather's last wish. He told his family that the happiest days of his entire life were spent fishing and roaming up and down the Russell Gabriel Fork of the San Gabriel when he was a young boy with his friends under the bridge.
None in the group had ever been to Joppa, but they all knew where to find the bridge, because their Grandfather had told them where to scattter his ashes. The family had a private ceremony and as they emptied the urn, they threw flowers into the dark water of the Gabriel, and said good-bye to their loved one.
He had returned to Joppa
(source: page 3 of the Bryson book)
A long time Joppa resident recalls ...
When I was growing up (in the 1950s) and attending Sunday School and Church at Joppa, the bridge was our playground. After the final Amen was said, my friends and I would run to the bridge, lean over the iron red rails and see how deep the dark green water was on that day. Rocks being thrown into the water was the main activity and I am sure if someone investigated the depth of the river beneath the bridge, it would show that the bottom of the North Gabriel is just a little bit deeper there than the rest of the river.
Another activity after Church would be watching the older boys climb up on the side rails and walk back and forth holding on to the top iron supports of the bridge. This, of course, was an act of getting attention from the girls, and it usually worked.
Sometimes we could lean over the side rails and see someone fishing on the side bank of the creek, and we would yell down to see if they had caught anything. Often cars or pickup trucks would pass over the bridge while we were standing on the side leaning over the rails. It was no big deal; no one ever felt that they were in any danger of being run down by a vehicle.
Our parents did not accompany us to the bridge. The bigger children would look ut after the smaller children and, when it was time to go home, our parents would usually just drive by and instruct us to get in the car, it was time to go home. They always knew we were safe at the bridge, and most of them had played out the same scene as they wee growing up on the Joppa Bridge. It was a wonderful playground, not to mention, a wonderful memory for so many people.
Milli Williams' granddaughter, Gwen, was Baptized on 23 January 2011 at Joppa by Pastor Ryan Schmidt.
Family and friends watched from the old bridge from a unique vantage point.
I wonder how many baptisms have been done in the same way over the life of that bridge?
- Isaac, August 2025
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I'm so glad that I had the opportunity to sit under the lights of that bridge with my daughters, Christmas 2024. We reminisced as we opened our gifts. Sweet memories💚
~ Susann, October 2025
Back in the day when water flowed freely under the old Joppa Bridge, it was not uncommon to find a youngster jumping into the cool water from a rope secured to the old oak tree. Once encountered a young man who might have enjoyed his beer a little too much while swimming with his girlfriend. My grandson, Karson, would take the plunge and allow the stranger to tug him back to shore and repeat. On another occasion, Zach and Karson were fishing under the new bridge while their Granzy thumped out some tunes on a bongo drum. Slowly folks were gathering on the old iron bridge when a man in a black suit appeared and we knew something special was about to happen! Quietly Granzy tapped out "Here Comes the Bride"; then warned the boys to be very quiet. The wedding party departed rather quickly after the exchange of vows. We were the unknown Wedding Crashers! What fun!
~ Susann
Around December, 2008, T. J. Morris came up with the idea to decorate the old iron bridge. Paul liked the idea and made it happen. He laid out extension cords from Joppa Church to the bridge and eventually trenched a ditch and buried an electrical line. He rallied friends and neighbors to assist with decorations. The first year, there were a couple of life sized teddy bears hanging from the rafters that eventually disappeared along with a few pieces of the nativity scene. Singing on the Bridge became a tradition as we gathered to belt out Christmas carols. One year, we watched a blue norther blow in as we hurriedly gathered the chairs and music and ran to the community building for hot chocolate and cookies. After Paul died, it warmed my heart when our community came together and continued the tradition. 💚
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enjoying hot cocoa under a clear Texas sky, quiet evening, full moon
January 23, 1011 North Fork of the San Gabriel
Milli Williams' granddaughter Gwen was Baptized at Joppa by Pastor Ryan Schmidt.
Family & friends watched from the old bridge. A unique vantage point.
Photos by Isaac Davis
Delbert's purpose for writing the content above:
*** PLEASE *** If you have past, recent, or way way in the past, memories, stories & photos on and near the “old bridge” you’d like to share, send them to:
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