Midnight train.

I’ve posted many a blog entry about my fond memories of Grandma and Grandpa’s house at the end of Rutledge Street. I guess friendly people, big front porches and endless plates of bacon and eggs can make quite an impression on a kid.

However, it wasn’t my recollection of their kindness, their house or their food supplies that struck a sentimental chord this morning. Instead, it was the sound of passing trains that took me back. Our new place in Kansas City is just above the railroad tracks that run along the Missouri River. Although you can’t see the trains from the window, you can hear them all night long. Which is exactly the way it was at Grandma and Grandpa’s place in Yates Center.

There’s something about a train whistle in the night that makes a person appreciate their bed a little more. It’s a lonely sound that always reminds me how lucky I am to be tucked away—comfortable and warm. It’s little things like this that will help make Kansas City feel like home and eventually bring some calm back to what has become a chaotic existence.

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3 thoughts on “Midnight train.

  1. Aunt Linda says:

    Welcome Home!

    Aunt Linda

  2. jeremy faust says:

    It’s a weird phenomenon about the proximity to railroad tracks in relation to that comfortable feeling you’re talking about. I’ve lived 300 yards from a street level crossing that mandated the blowing of the train whistle. Too close. I’ve lived 3 miles from a track that is rarely used. Too far.

    My first childhood home was 1/4 mile from a track that was used 3 times a night but was not near a street crossing. You could hear the closest horn blowing at a street level crossing 4-5 miles away but it was faint. It told you the gentle rhythmic rumble would be there in a few minutes. Then you’d get 4-5 minutes of the perfect railroad lullaby. Then it was a few more hours of crickets in the summer with the windows open.

    • curtisgreen says:

      Thanks for sharing you stories, Jeremy. I think your thoughtful comment outshines my entry.

      For what it’s worth, the tracks in Yates Center, Kansas have been abandoned. There was talk about turning them into some kind of bike path, but I don’t think that ever happened.

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