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Why We Were Waiting For The Train That Day

Published on 5/26/2016
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Why We Were Waiting For The Train That Day

     I was only about four years old at the time. My Dad had brought my Mom, my sister, and me to a train station. And we there we stood, waiting for the train, just like the other people on the station platform that day. Being a typical four-year-old, I wasn't one to stand still for very long. When would the train come? I was told it would come soon. But for me it couldn't come soon enough.

     Then I heard it. I rushed to the side of the platform where the sound was coming from. I couldn't see it at first, but then I did. It was coming! And it was getting closer! Coming right toward us!

     As it approached closer, the train slowed down. Mom told me to come back from the edge of the platform. (I guess she didn't want me to fall off.) The great big engine arrived first (of course) but it didn't stop. It kept moving past the platform, but slowing down even more, and coming to a complete stop a ways up the track. I guess the engineer thought it would be best if he parked the train so the passenger cars lined up along the station platform. Sure enough, most of the people on the platform started getting on board those train cars.

     But not me. Not my Dad, or sister, or Mom. Nor did we wait on the platform to greet anyone getting off the train. What we did was to get down off  the platform! We climbed down to the ground beside the train and started running toward the front of the train. My Dad, sister, and I got there first, much faster than my Mom.

     I stared up at great big beautiful locomotive. Dad said something about it being the last steam engine to ever go out of Boston. Indeed, that steam engine was quite an impressive site. I didn't have a camera to take a picture, but I think it looked something like this:

     But as marvelous as that steam locomotive was, I was even more interested in seeing the engineer who was running it. He looked out the window of the cab right at me and waved to me!  I waved right back. I was so delighted to see him. After all, what kid wouldn't be happy to see his own grandpa? I've never forgotten that wonderful day. What a treat that was. And, as you can tell, I sure do like telling other people about it all these years later.

     At the time I didn't understand why it took longer for my Mom to catch up to my Dad, sister, and me so she could join us standing up by the locomotive. Later I guessed that maybe she'd been wearing high heels that day, which would have slowed her down.  But, many years later, after I grew up and got married, my wife suggested that maybe it had something to do with my getting a baby sister a little later that year. You know something? I think my wife might be right about that.


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