Saturday, January 12, 2008

Sounds of lonliness....

Just let Lulu out for the first time tonight. Hopefully, the last.

But she has me on a pretty strict schedule - 12am - 2am - 5:10am. Not kidding about that last one - it's 5:10am every morning.

Wonder if she thinks we have to beat the alarm clock up or is it that I sometimes give her little treats while fixing Randy's lunch?

Who has who trained......?
Anyway, out in the cold, still, beautiful night, in the distance, I heard a train whistle. That sound has always made me sorta sad - don't really know why.





When I was a little kid, I would hear it and wonder where they were going - on an adventure? Were there hobos? Where was it's next stop?

I remember being stopped at the tracks, counting the train cars. Waving to the caboose people. They'd always wave back - and smile..



When I wave now, they look at me like , "Ok, lady, I see ya but I don't wave"..which is sad. Maybe they still do at little kids...I hope so.

If I ever run across a train driver, I'll ask...(train engineer? Yeah, OK...)

I remember watching old movies. The train stations would be a place to say goodbye to kids going off to college. Or to meet someone coming in on the train. Too much "Little House on the Prairie" watching for me!

I don't know when the 'sad' came into the picture. But it does. Lonely comes to mind as well...



Just got word that one of my cousins passed away. I never got to know her, we moved from Chicago when I was 5 or so, but I remember hearing my Mother speak so fondly of her.

She didn't always 'speak fondly' when it came to Daddy's family. "Damn Shanty Irish"-

But this one was different. I think she had a bunch of children - something good Irish-Catholics tended to do back then. I mean a lot. Like 10 or 11. Daddy was the youngest of 13. Geesh...Big 'ol Catholic families....

Anyway, Mother always said how pretty Mary Fran was. Then, she sometimes would say I reminded her of Mary Fran. That was as close to a compliment I ever received from her. So I held on to that for years.

Well, it's late. think I'll go back to bed. And maybe dream about a train adventure...or living the life of a hobo....

g'night.

-me

5 comments:

Pen Pen said...

Sorry to hear about your cousin and I'm sure your mom was giving you a compliment when she told you that you reminded her of Mary Fran. It sounds like she was very fond of her! Trains are truly getting to be a thing of the past. I get stopped every once in awhile on my way to work by a train, and it just flies right by with all its graffiti on it... hardly anything nice about it anymore. I enjoyed reading your nostalgic memories of the train.

The Tattered Nest said...

So sorry about your cousin...I wanted to let you know that I was stopped at the tracks last week waiting for a train in my town and the conductor waved at me! He waved first. Never give up hope Colleen! keep waving...p.s. you asked if the picture of the rose arbor on my blog was mine? yup it is...I wish it was in full bloom right now!

April Russell said...

thank you for your post! I love to write! It's always been a passion of mine!

madrekarin said...

I am so sorry to hear about yoru cousin. It is such a hard thing when families disperse about the country and lose contact. I have many cousins that I have not seen in years. I mean decades.
There is a train track that runs through our area and we get between 5-10 trains a day going through. Some of the engineers wave as they go by and some don't. I love when I can sit in my truck at the crossing and watch them go by. I have a habit of counting cars. The longest train yet had five engines and 127 cars. Yes, it took quite a while to go by. It's rather nice when you are given an opportunity to just sit and reflect for a bit in the middle of your busy day.

Senior Bowler said...

My kids daddy worked for the Railroad for 30 years before he retired. He maintained the tracks the cars run on but many years ago we rode the train from New Orleans to Shreveport to visit my parents ( we were young and money was tight and we could ride for nothing). They were so cool......the sleeper cars and and the dining car......It was called the Southern Belle...how cool is that!!!!!

My grandkids will never be able to experience that.......