Looking Through My Lifes Window Memories of Years Gone By
Looking Through My Life's Window
Memories of Years Gone By
Oh I never sit at a train crossing waiting
for a freight train to pass that I am not taken
back to my youth and that of my children.
My Dad bought a big ole historic home back in
1960 that just beyond the big front yard
and the huge three sugar maple trees and white
picket fence ran a set of railroad tracks.
When we first moved in the rumble of the train
going by would rattle the windows
and naturally wake me up at night
but within a short period of time
It ceased to wake me.
It became a habit that we
(my sister, Diane, my brother, Bill and I)
would race to the front yard when we would hear
the train whistle start blowing for a crossing further
up the tracks. We would wave to the engineer who would
just blow and blow his whistle for us and then we
always wait to wave to the man in the caboose.
Mom and Dad got upset at first when we would bolt
from the dinner table cause the train was coming.
If it was too dark for them to see us we would flash
the front porch light off and on real quick
the whole time the train was passing
right down to the caboose.
And always with Dad grumbling
that we were ruining his lights
Even after we got married and moved away,
when we would visit Dad and a train would come
Diane and I would still race to the front door
on to the front yard to greet the train.
Our children quickly picked up on our habit
and would run with us and wave
just as hard as we did.
When our brother, Bill, went to work for the railroad
his route was between Charlottesville, Washington,
Clifton Forge and Richmond
which would bring him right in front
of Dad's house. Which then was such an extra special treat.
When the Engineer's found out that the big white house
belonged to Dad, they told my brother that they too
looked forward to passing by
for we were always there.
Then there was a summer when the girls and I
stayed at Dad's and each time my brother
would come by on the train he would
normally be in the caboose and would
be hanging off the side holding on with one hand
and throwing a paper towel wrapped
around change with a note to the girls saying
Tell your Mom to walk with you down to the store
and buy you some ice-cream ... Love You ... Uncle Bill.
The kids and I, once the train had passed would go
onto the tracks looking for their note and
ice-cream money and Uncle Bill's hat.
It would always blow off.
So when I'm late going to work and have to sit
and wait for a train I never get upset
I always go back to the days of
mine and that of my children's youth
and remember the simple, but so very special
memories of the past...
And smile ....
Wishing just once more I
could have to search for his
lost hat... Listen to Dad grumble...
Run with my sister
From this house…