Reply to Thread

This site may earn a commission from merchant affiliate links, including eBay, Amazon, and others.

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Forgalspop" data-source="post: 3673713" data-attributes="member: 46636">When I was growing up we lived about 6 blocks from a switch yard that did most of the switching at night. The sound of cars banging, the horns tooting and the rumble of the engines, became a comforting sound, especially in the summer when the windows were open. You could say I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks literally and figuratively.I then went to work for Missouri Pacific Railroad and worked maintenance of way and slept in bunk cars on sidings where the trains would go by on the main lines at night. Slept like a baby. There are times I miss the sounds of the trains at night.Here in Guthrie, we are about 8 miles from the line that goes through Guthrie and when the atmosphere is correct, I step outside and listen to the trains rumbling by and tooting their horns at crossings. Brings back fond memories and I find the sound peaceful. One man's discomfort can be another man's comfort. Sort of like, one man's trash is another man's treasure.Like I said, I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and damn glad I did. We weren't poor. I suppose we were lower middle class. Our parents were frugal, so they lived their lives without many indulgences and they were my best teachers. They enjoyed the simple pleasures of life.The sound of trains is one of my simple pleasures in life.</blockquote>