Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Me and Trains...


When I was little, around 8 years old, I can remember laying in my bed at night hearing a train whistle in the distance. It absolutely fascinated me because there weren't any train-tracks near our home. I would mention it to my parents and brother who would say they didn't hear it. Maybe it's because they were already asleep or still watching tv, but I decided that it was a magic train that only I could hear and it soothed me; helped me fall asleep. As I grew up and moved from place to place, in different college apartments; I could always pick up that train whistle while laying in bed at night. And I was never aware of any tracks near my home. When I married my husband and we shared our first apartment together in Colorado, I could hear that train whistle at bedtime and he could too. I remember telling him, "there's nothing I love more than the sound of a train in the distance." He would smile at me and say it was a part of my personality that he loved. 9 years and 2 kids later, my husband and I were sitting on our back porch in Kansas City visiting with my dad who had recently been diagnosed with throat cancer. The two of them were heading out on a guy's fishing trip to Canada the following day and we were talking about their plans. As it grew dark, we were interrupted by the sound of a train whistle and my father smiled and said, "you know--there's nothing I love more than the sound of a train in the distance!" I couldn't believe it! I know I had a huge smile on my face and I looked over at Mark who was doing the same. I told my father than this was something we had in common. When he died a year and a half later, I would hear that train whistle at night and I told myself that this was no doubt my father saying hello--I love you--I miss you. I shared this story with my children and I can remember a 3 year old Willy standing in our driveway after hearing a train whistle one afternoon and yelling loudly, "Hi Grandpa!" And here we are in a new location, a new home, nowhere near a city and I still hear that train every night, usually around the same time. I always say outloud, "Hi daddy; I miss you!" I believe in that stuff; I hope I always do.

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  1. And I know you always will. Daddy loved that sound and the song "I'm so lonesome I could cry".

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    1. I love this story. When I came to visit you in your new home last May, I remember being up late at night with you and hearing a train whistle. You shared that story with me. Then, just months later, I was moving to Georgia as well, and guess what I heard on my first night in my new home? A train whistle. Must have been Uncle Frank saying welcome home. : )

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