Wednesday, April 8, 2015


Thanks to all who stopped by to join in last Wednesday!

Here's hoping some of you might join me in posting a story with a picture for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom.  The challenge is to post a picture, then write a short story or a poem about the picture.  When you have your story written, you can link up for others to read.  Feel free to also add your picture and story to another link of your choice. The link up is on my WWW page here.

Pictures of trains make me a bit nostalgic and bring back lots of memories. John share some wonderful postcards with trains and the ads for trains, so you should check it out. When my Jerry and I were going through some old family mementos we had brought from his mother's home, we ran across this picture his dad had done when he was in 7th grade..entitled "Perspective". 

I love this! And I thought I'd share a couple of my "train" stories with you. My first really big train ride was from Illinois to California to go to school. I got on the train all by myself and into Union Station in California to meet a couple who were friends of my parents. They took me to the college where I'd spend my first year of school - California Lutheran College in Thousand Oaks. Sounds pretty independent, right?

When returning to Illinois from school at the end of the first semester, I was in a car with a number of Marines from the Marine Corp Band, who were to perform back in California after their Christmas break for the Rose Bowl parade in Pasadena. We played cards talked for hours on end on that trip, and it left a very pleasant memory for me.

In 1993 we made a trip to Russia, Czech Republic and Poland. In New York at the onset of our trip, we met up with our dear friend Joy, and we became buddies for the entire trip. She was traveling with a friend so the four of us had great times together. When we left the Czech Republic for Poland, we boarded a night train. Joy is extremely claustrophobic, but we were sharing a 3-bunk quarters. I slept on the top, Joy slept in the middle with the window open, and Jerry slept on the bottom bunk. I can still here that clackety clack from the train traveling on the rails.

The last train ride was two years ago on a trip to California from Texas with our daughter and son-in-law and Carson. We had a pretty nice ride, actually, until it was time to turn in for the night. The top bunk was very close to the ceiling, but both seats folded down to meet in the middle. I am too claustrophobic to sleep in that tight a space, and Jerry would have trouble getting up into it, so we slept  tossed and turned all night. Again, we listened to the clackety clack of the wheels.

Even with less than perfect conditions, the train still holds a good deal of memories for me that we can look back on now with a smile.

Happy Wednesday.
It's your you have a picture to share today?
Linda Kay

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