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Sometimes, very early in the morning as life begins to stir, I hear a train whistle blow in the far off distance, a most melancholy sound; nonetheless, when I hear it I feel all is well in the world and so my day begins anew. … And just the thought, the knowing, that somewhere, others are going about their daily business makes me feel not alone, a part of the living of life happening all around me. Penny L Howe, 2013~*~
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Happy Weekend to YOU!
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I adore you, I’m laughing out loud, sharing with the family here! You are in all ways delightful RoSy! Have an excellent weekend with your family dear neighbor! 🙂 xo
Zeebra Designs – love the song!! 🙂
Also reminds me of this old Tom T. Hall verse:
I love little baby ducks,
Old pickup trucks
Slow moving TRAINS
And rain
I love the sound of a train whistle!
Beautiful reflection and photo, Penny, and a nice thought to share…that we are not alone..have a wonderful weekend, my friend. Hugs!
You have a relaxing weekend yourself, calm but filled with fun! xx
I love the sound of a train whistle …wish I heard it instead of all the sirens I hear instead. Why oh why did I buy a home two blocks from the fire station? ?? LOL love and hugs (((xx)))
Hi Len, I do hope your knee is healing well. Fire Station, hmmm! Yup, that’d do it (re: sirens), sorry about that. Yes the wonderful sound of a train whistle in the distance would be better! Much love and many hugs back to you! xoxo
Trains run through this town frequently, blaring their horns. Many people complain, but I don’t anymore. I like the way they rumble and even the shrill of the horn. They represent bygone days, and yet still chug along like a vestigial reminder of the Industrial Age. I am reminded that we are still learning from our mistakes and still have a lot of room to grow. I am also reminded of childhood stories, the LIttle Engine that Could or Tootle (a wonderful story in the Little Golden Books collection). Trains also remind me of my grandfather, who built an enormous model set in his basement. It was his pride and joy and I loved it. ❤ Thanks for the walk down memory lane!
Namaste,
K
Your memories sound absolutely wonderful! Brings back even more for me too, thank you! xx
I remember being younger and waking to the noise of a train in the distance a reminder that it was time to get up, it wasn’t annoying it was a part of a routine and a part of life cycle, soothing, I knew all was well for the day xxx Rae
Yes, very well said Rae, thank you! xx
I hear the sound of traffic, then I know the world is stirring. Kookaburra’s laughing tell me nature is also awake.
What a great sound that must be to hear in the morning! 🙂
I love that sound. Reminds me of War of the Worlds
Well my memories are a little less scary, Alastair, lol! 🙂 xo
Lol. I suppose Thomas The Tank Engine could be in there 🙂
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Reblogged this on muscleheaded and commented:
It’s not the ‘getting there’ that’s the important part of life’s journey.. it’s the trip itself.
From my days of childhood, that far off train sound always made me feel wistful… it was like I should be on that train- going somewhere, doing something — other than just dreaming about it. As soon as I got older, I started travelling, and have never tired of it. But that train sound still makes me feel like that. 🙂
I understand exactly, an excellent feeling! 🙂
sorry, but this song screamed to be part of your post!
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It did indeed Lisa, thank you and have an excellent weekend my friend! 🙂