A Bridge to the Past

Way back then, in the 50's, I lived in that house in the picture on the last blog below, but then I told that story in part with that picture. In front of the house to the right of where I was standing is a bridge. Today the bridge actually is one of the only things that has not changed much. When you crossbridge to the East you will still see the "Substation". Growing up across the river from a Substation where my Dad worked was interesting. Just being across the river from where he worked itself was a treat. I always wondered what the purpose of this plant was for Idaho Power. He told me often, explaining that Substations transform voltage from high to low, or the reverse. Electric power flows through several substations between the generating plant, which was near the Dam in American Falls, and could make for another blog entry, and to the consumer. Voltage changes in several steps along the way. The Substation increases it or decreases it. The mystery is still not complete because that was before the days when power was part of a grid.
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My Dad had a desk inside of this building. I spent many hours in the building especially in the summer and became very familiar with the gauges and all the interesting things. My Dog Skipper spent a lot of time there with me. One summer day the mailman came in with the mail right on schedule. He stopped to talk to my Dad right on schedule. Skipper came up behind him and turned and lifted his leg and wet on the back of his leg. I decided not to laugh. My Dad for some reason decided not to say anything but just sort of made up an excuse so that the conversation would end and the mailman who had not felt a thing "yet" just left the building. Never did hear how he felt later that day.......................................... guess I am still laughing.