In this time of isolation, the sound of a train recently connected me to places where I have traveled across my lifetime. Since childhood, there has been something particularly magical about the experience of traveling by train. For me it’s an instant connection to distant places, a romantic nostalgia for bygone times, and a sense of mystery and wonder about what lies ahead.
My first train trip was from New England to Washington, DC when I was ten years old. My mother, quite pregnant at the time, instructed her three young daughters to board the train ahead of her while she organized a porter to haul our luggage aboard. Suddenly on our own, we felt the train begin moving not knowing how the journey would end. A good first lesson in self-reliance.
Sixty-five years later, a sound from the past is carried on a breeze though our kitchen window. Solitary and transient, I recognize it as a train moving freight along the bluffs just across the Missouri River. And with that memory cue, I begin a nostalgic journey back across the years.
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