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Thanks for stopping by my blog! Trains will always have a special place in my heart. More importantly, the sound of them takes me back. I grew up across the street from a grain elevator in the small farming community of Grinnell, Iowa. They weren’t picky about the time of day or night trains were scheduled to stop and fill their cars. Hearing a train slowing down, the screech of the brakes grinding against metal, even the blaring horn, didn’t even faze me as a child. As a matter of fact, when we moved away after I graduated, I missed the random noise. It seemed especially quiet in the Spring and Fall when the windows were open at night. I’d hear one in the distance and long for the days when I could hear the team calling to one another as they slowed down and carefully pulled their empty cars under the elevator. It was an unconventional lullaby of sorts. It’s amazing what a child can become accustomed to and subsequently miss when it’s gone. I now live in the country tucked away from the road, nestled in a grove of trees. Most sounds we hear are from nature, but on a clear night with the wind in just the right direction, the faint whistle from a distant train will waft through my window. Those are the nights I sleep best, the far off cadence lulling me into dreams.
Is there a particular sight or sound that pulls you back to your childhood?
~T. Sue VerSteeg
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Your description took me back to childhood nights at my grandparents’ farm house, lying awake at night with the window open, listening to the passing trains and the howling coyotes.
We have the coyotes here. Drives our dogs crazy when they howl.
Oh, and my favorite fall memory linked to a train is riding on the Joplin & Springfield Railway last Halloween with my family. It’s a small train like you’d find at a zoo that goes on a 20-minute ride around private property. They fill the route with Halloween decorations, actors, etc. Last year, we dressed up with a medieval theme-king, queen, knight, and an adorable 2-year-old dragon who roared at the monsters as we passed. Very ferocious.
That video was the cutest! Thanks for stopping by, Madam President. 😉
Don’t you just want to hug him? I do, at least. 🙂
Both of them!
Growing up, we lived a mile from the R/R crossing, so the far off whistle was comforting whenever I’d return home from college. But now I live two blocks away from one, and it’s just annoying at times. Funnily enough, now it’s the airplanes I miss most.
Airplane noise would depend on how close you are. The whoosh from a distance would be relaxing. Not so much at the beginning of the runway. 😉 Again, if you grew up there, that would probably be different! Thanks for stopping.
I don’t live close to the railway station and there’s a saying around here (Romania) that if you hear the sound of a train at night, it will rain the following day.
Yes, the sound of a train reminds me of my childhood summer holidays when my grandparents took me visiting the capital. Always by train. Time changed things – grandparents are no longer here, in this world, childhood and holidays are long gone. But the memories still linger.
Thanks for sharing!
Carmen
http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/
Thanks for stopping by and sharing your story. 🙂
My favorite sound of childhood is the whippoorwill. Always made me feel safe and know I was home. The crickets did their best to compete.
Crickets try to drown out everything. 😉 Thanks for stopping by!