And call me Bob. Follow me Here for more of my story. 😉. It involves a mother, her son, a tradition and surprises. Pop over to my new space to read about the fun.
I want to express my sincerest apologies to all train enthusiasts out there. My yesterday got away from me with a mere nod to one of my blogging friend’s favorite events of the year! So, Dan. I am very sorry, sir. I am behind my times.
I was making merry in my way yesterday, getting things done and feeling happy; and that is sufficient unto itself, as is said. As I sit here in my room, listening to the train that rolls by several times a day, I am thankful for such small pleasures. It is a bit sad that they are apparently not allowed to blow the whistle while traveling through this area, but the low rumbling of the cars on the rails is still most comforting to me as I wonder where she has been and where she is headed.
I am posting just a few of my most recent train photos, although I have so many over the years and not the time to peruse my archives.
I can only think of one person who aptly expresses my emotions when I see, hear or step aboard a train. Have a listen to Hank’s rendition as you look at my little collection.
This photo is cool because the man who took the photo said the train was pulling all engines and they were all running a once, making a thunderous sound. You can read about the city of Austell’s founder Alfred Austell, here.
I will hopefully be posting separately for Mother’s Day. Meanwhile, I have fun plans for the day with one of my sons. I hope all of you find a way to honor the mother influences in your lives, both within and without.