Take for example, and for inspiration of
this essay, the romantic dilemma between two in a town close to Melbourne,
hundreds of years ago. A maid had fallen in love with the heir to Salisian
Manor. She was from Kismet Park, not too far from his Manor. During the night
times, they met near Salisian Bridge for alleged courtship, undetected by
possible onlookers. Some time after, the young man was to be married. He
insisted on marrying the maid, his true love, instead. Once his family found
out, they refused to let him ever see her again. Due to this separation, the
young heir had allegedly killed himself.
For a while, the maid did not know of her
true love’s fate. Every night, she continued to wait for him at the bridge, but
with no sign of him and with the knowledge of what had happened to him, she too
killed herself. The legend has it that late at night, one can see the maid’s
apparition wandering around Salisian Bridge, in search of her lost love.
Knowing of the bridge alone would hardly
provoke one in travelling to it, unless they were interested in crossing every
bridge around the world as part of some personal goal or challenge or dare or
bucket-list checklist achievement. However, when one is notified of the alleged
courtship and horrid Romeo and Juliet-esque love story about a wealthy young
heir who had fallen in love with a maid and had killed himself after his
family’s refusal, to which the news of that had resulted in the maid’s suicide
too, and the add the fact that this all had happened at that particular bridge
and late at night there have been reports of the viewing of the apparition of the
lustful maid, then one’s interest would most likely heighten and force one to
visit that place immediately, whether or not they are equipped with adequate
paranormal spirit detecting devices.
One must wonder, though, after trailing
this love story on the internet and finding nothing else other than a badly
written synopsis as such with the word ‘heir’ misspelt as ‘air’ indicating that
every site which has this synopsis had just copied it from the original site
and had passed it on, so to speak, whether this story is true or not. It would
be rather exciting if it were a true story because of the romanticism involved,
thus indeed making the trip to this bridge an extremely awesome endeavour.
However, one would say that if it was not true, one can pretend it was and have
an equally awesome time at the bridge imagining the two in courtship amidst the
gum trees and dry Australian shrub.
In the event that it is true, however, who
told this story to the person with bad spelling skills? Was it a possible
onlooker who allowed this unfortunate couple a few minutes a night to feed
their courtship, and could this onlooker have grown old and told a
grandson/daughter about this love story? Maybe this grandson/granddaughter had
grown a liking to this story and had become the anonymous source, spreading bad
grammar on the internet? Perhaps. Even so, the story itself is interesting, and
it is upsetting that the bridge no longer exists due to no apparent reason –
the only information as to the whereabouts of this bridge is that it was
allegedly recently demolished. Its location is where the Sunbury Road from
Melbourne crosses Jackson’s Creek, before the divided road is reached.
This historic site is now replaced with a
mere Apex Park and an electric barbecue. One wonders what is more saddening –
the replacing of this beautiful monument which had a romantic context or the
romantic context itself. It is said that now the maid’s apparition is seen
nightly, cooking some food in preparation of the possible arrival of her true
love’s apparition.
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