No lie, Bubbe was born next to a railroad track and lived next to one her entire life. Without hearing the trains whistle sometime during the night or day I think I would shrivel up and die. It is in my blood.

Other than my sister my main friends were a crow and a raccoon. They would come and play with us in the sand behind the trailor, which was next to the railroad tracks. I’m sure it must have been a lonely life for my mom, especially with my dad gone to the signal house all day and night. I loved it though. To this day it is hard to live without the soft voices of the wind blowing in the trees.


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