Yesterday I took a drive down by the Ohio River. The West Virginia side of the river near Parkersburg is paralleled by railroad tracks. Tracks used by trains carrying coal and chemicals to here and there.
Years ago when I was maybe two or three years old my family lived with my Grandparents. The train track was right in front of the house. My Mom said we could ride to “town.”
I was too young to remember that; but my eighth grade class rode the train all night to tour Washington, DC. It was exciting to sit and watch the landscape go by. I remember at some point during the night we pulled into a station and we waved and smiled at the people on the platform. There was so much to see. I know I barely slept that night for fear of missing something. However, the following night after touring DC all day the sound of the cars on the tracks and the rocking gently lulled me to sleep.
It was the only experience of train riding I ever had and those particular kind of slow moving train rides have long since disappeared. Oh, you can board a restored train and take a little trip of a few miles or so but the same ambiance just isn’t there. It’s not like being in the moment and sharing the day to day life of the people around you.
Imagine if you could turn back time and hop a train ~ where ‘round the bend’ would you go?