This, the picture in the header, is the rail yard in Roanoke VA, the city that I come from. The N&W railroad. Takes me straight back home to see this photo.
I don't know or recall how long ago the N&W was absorbed into another railway company or if it just dissolved into nothingness, but a few years ago one of my sons was in Roanoke and went by to take this picture for me. Nostalgia reasons. I can hear the clacking in my mind..hear either brother of mine saying "here comes the N&W!" when we heard the whistle off in the distance. I remember walking on the trestle as a VERY young 6 year old with my older brothers. They used to say things to scare me which were also true for us all...that if we got caught on a trestle and a train was coming toward us, it was all over but the shouting. They would get down and listen to the rails thinking they could hear a train coming if one was. Maybe they got that from comic books...who knows, but we trekked across too many times all aflutter wondering if this was the last time we could. Sheesh. Kids.
Reminds me too of our cabin in the mountains of Glenvar which is where we heard and saw the trains most often as they passed on down the mountain a ways. We'd sit there on the wide front porch and see vistas that now command a huge price. I went back there probably 12 years ago and it is a place for exclusive homes now. Our log cabin is long gone and the area is unrecognizable. We used to have to go to the neighbor's cabin down the road to get water from their well as we had none where the cabin was. We dumped it in a bucket set solely for our drinking water. The cabin place was full of snakes though. I can't count how many were caught in the cabin, the bed springs..you name it. When you live in the unimproved woods, those things happen. We were there during the summer.
Enough reminiscing. Just checking in. xo