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My grandparents were terrific, all four of them - each different in a fun way. I enjoyed hearing from them what it was like when they were kids growing up in the midwest. There are many stories but one that I got a kick out of was The Train Ride. My grandfather was about ten years old and he and his buddy used to play in their very small town down by the tracks so they could see the trains go by. They would do this often and the engineer would wave to them as he went by - he looked for them. My grandfather was about ten years old at the time, back in 1916. One day they heard a steam train approaching slowly as if to stop which never happened in their town. There was no reason TO stop. But stop the train did and there was the engineer looking down at them. He said, "Boys, I'm goin' the next town down the line and coming back - would you like to ride with me?"
Holy smokes.
With the help of the brakeman and engineer both boys scrambled up into the cab and off they went! He did some switching work and then it was time to return up the line. The train stopped right at the spot where the two of them climbed on board and they clambered down. Off went the train and before it was out of sight the two of them were streaking for home to tell all about their adventure!
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