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Friday, May 8, 2009

All Aboard

This is part of the bridge that is on my walking trail. They are old railroad ties reused as the trail used to be a rail line. When I first moved in my house I could here the train as it passed by during the day.It was a comforting sound. my dads family were railroad men, worked the cars.
My dad worked the dining cars, one uncle worked the private trains for the likes of the Rockefellas and Aaron Spelling. It was a great job to have back then for a black man and my family was proud to work the trains.
It's a great way to travel, watching history go by as you wind your way through crevices that make you wonder how they achieved such feats. Yes, I know on the backs of sweat and tears. Yet it prevails as a testament to dedication, hard work and hard workers like the men in my family who served so they could provide for their families.
I love trains. I love the sound of the wheels on the track, the views out the window and the sense of being in a different time when you ride a train.


ginger@bearbits said...

Lovely reflection. I remember sleeping with the windows open on summer nights and hearing the train not too far from our house. I still like the sound of it.

Darlene said...

Hi Ginger,
I traveled from Conn. to Cinti. to Chicago and then across country to California by train with my husband. He was being transferred to Hawaii. It was amazing and such a wonderful trip. And I do love the sound.

hugs and joy,Darlene