ONCE WANTED TO LIVE IN A CABOOSE…THEN REALITY SET IN! 🙂
I consider myself fortunate to live near a couple of old rail yards. One of them, the Tilton Railroad Station, still houses trains and they still come and go on occasion. The station house itself, has been restored and is used for events, year round.
Growing up in Northern Vermont near the Canadian border, I was used to the sound of trains, day and night. The night trains would roll into the station between the steep hill we lived on and Lake Champlain, several miles away. The whistles would echo long and haunting to fill my dreams
My first several birthdays were celebrated on trains. Because the downtown area of our town contained a large station serving several rail lines, a beautiful round house and many other Victorian era brick train buildings, the railroad was commonplace to me. My parents would sometimes bring me down to just watch the trains…
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