Family history and stories, and childhood experiences, shape our lives. Thank you, Sally Cronin, for sharing the story of my childhood.
Delighted to welcome back Jennie Fitzkee, who with a career as a pre-school teacher for over thirty years, has some inspiring posts that reinforce that the ability to read and books are two of the best gifts we can give our children. On her blog she also shares wonderful posts about her family and will be sharing four of those with us in the coming weeks.
Childhood, and Train Whistles, and My Grandmother by Jennie Fitzkee
Summer evenings on the porch are quiet, except for the occasional sound of a train whistle in the distance. I love that sound. When I was a little girl, a train whistle meant excitement and memories. I was born and raised in Huntington, West Virginia. It’s “the big city”, and the central downtown area was the train station. There is something majestic about a grand, old train station with polished brass and wood…
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I loved these recollections and appreciated the link to the website where you were featured. I have many train memories as we went back and forth from Oregon to New York on the train when we went to see my grandparents. Their town was so little it was literally a flag stop and the station master waved down the train for me to board to go to see a friend in Washington, D.C.
What a wonderful story, Elizabeth! Oh, how I wish I had been able to take a train ride across the country, with all those little stops. Seeing things a car never sees is amazing. I’m so glad you enjoyed these recollections. Thank you!
You’re welcome.
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I always love to hear that story. And it is wonderful to see you featured on Sally’s blog. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
Thank you, Pete. It’s one of my favorite stories, too. I was thrilled to be a guest on Sally’s blog. Always an honor.
I loved reading this fascinating bit of your history. Wow! I also love going to sleep to the sound of trains going by. We lived in Colorado Springs for about 6 months once and a train ran behind our house. The train was like a lullaby.
I’m glad you experienced trains like I did. The best! And thank you for reading my history. Family is fascinating. Best to you, Marlene. 🙂