Trains of a Time Past
Well, steam engines are from a time not that far past. I can still remember them. When I was young, I lived near a place that had multiple train tracks that served the wharves along the Mississippi River in New Orleans. The trains passed just over two blocks from my house, and from the sidewalk in front we had an unobstructed view. How I wish I had photographs of what I saw, and on a regular basis. Train cars would load from the wharves, and then be moved into the correct position as trains were made up on several other tracks. And steam engines were the norm for trains passing through.
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Lovely article. This evokes so many memories. I can recall being a child on holiday in Blackpool, and during the night I awoke and looked out of the hotel window overlooking the station. There was a massive steam engine on the line, and in the night sparks were coming from its funnel. Memorable. Why this image stuck in my mind I am unsure, but I suspect that it was the vision of raw power in near darkness that made it stand out.
Later, in our teens, on holiday in North Wales, we sometimes stood near the railway lines [safely fenced] and waved to the engine crews as the express roared past belching steam as it headed for the ferry port of Holyhead. The crews expected children to be there waving to them and waved back.
My father's father was a boiler maker working on steam engine boilers. He once mended the boiler of the famous engine, The Flying Scotsman. Sadly he died before I was born, so I could get no tales from him. But when I went to the railway museum in York and saw the Flying Scotsman, now an exhibit, there was a strange feeling of pride and I told my children, "Your great grandfather mended that engine."
What wonderful memories you have shared here! I remember these, but not as vividly as you do. There were no train tracks anywhere near my childhood home. To see a train, we had to cross the river, and go into the city, so seeing them was a special treat. So was riding on them, which I did on three different occasions. It was a wonderful way to travel!