" I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward instead of forward."
Writer May Sarton
" The majority of people feel that they must be doing something all the time. Many who sit all day in an office or clean house or work in a factory think if they sit down at a sidewalk cafe, fold their arms and watch the people go by, they are merely wasting time. They are wrong. In watching people and enjoying life, they may only then be truly alive."
Musician Arthur Rubinstein
"The present is the ever-moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope." Architect Frank Lloyd Wright
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What a beutiful building...pretty in red! :)
ReplyDeleteWe must be on the same wavelength! I was thinking about that earlier today...how I seem to be unable to just do nothing! Maybe someday. :)
ReplyDeleteYESTERDAY I LOST A COMMENT THAT HAD SAID IT WAS SAVED AND WOULD BE POSTED WHEN APPROVED.
ReplyDeleteSO DISAPPOINTED AFTER SPEND ING TIME TELLING ABOUT THE OLD SMALL HOMETOWN PASSENGER TRAIN STATION. IN EARLY 1930s.
WE KIDS ENJOYED HANGING AROUND THE STATION WHEN THE PASSENGER TRAIN STOPPED.
STEAM HISSING FROM THE LOCOMOTIVE. ENGINEER SITTING UP THERE LOOKING LIKE A TREE FULL OF OWLS.
RED CAP PORTERS HANDLING PRODUCE, CREAM CANS, CRATES OF EGGS AND SOMETIMES CRATES OF CHICKENS.
ALWAYS MAIL BAGS EXCHANGED AND THE INCOMING BAG HURRIED TO THE POST OFFICE.
A COUPLE OF SMALL TOOTS FOR ALL ABOARD THAT'S GOING ABOARD AND AWAY TO THE NEXT TOWN.
MANY FOLKS HAD NO CAR AND TRAVEL BY TRAIN WAS COMMON. sam
SAM ADDED SOME MORE,PLEASE OVERLOOK ME 'THIRD CHILDHOOD' sam
ReplyDeleteOH WELL, TRIED AGAIN TO COMMENT THOUGH NOT THE SAME RECOLLECTIONS. SUZY'S PHOTO OF THE OLD PASSENGER STATION SHOWED THE TINY TELEGRAPH ENCLOSURE WHERE THE TELEGRAPH OPERATOR COULD SEE THE TRAIN TRACKS AND APPROACHING TRAIN.
THINK OF IT - - - - COMMUNICATING BY USE OF MORSE CODE.
HOPEFULLY SUZY CAN SAVE THIS COMMENT . WILL PRINT IT OUT SO MY GRANDKIDS CAN READ IF AND WHEN THEY HAVE TIME. INCIDENTALLY, DURING WORLD WAR TWO, I HAPPENED TO BE IN AN AIR FORCE SQUADRON, GROUND CREW, COULD RECEIVE BY MORSE CODE AND BLOCK PRINT TWENTY THREE WORDS A MINUTE.(for any not up to date on morse code, a 'word' is a five letter group of letters. not knowing typing, printed block letters. how did we ever manage without cell phones ? not to worry, we just communicated by radio, cryptograph much too slow to perform when the jap targets were only a few miles away).
PAT ON THE BACK TO YOU 'YOUNGUNS' THAT ARE KNOWLEDGIBLE. sam
YESTERDAY I LOST A COMMENT THAT HAD SAID IT WAS SAVED AND WOULD BE POSTED WHEN APPROVED.
SO DISAPPOINTED AFTER SPEND ING TIME TELLING ABOUT THE OLD SMALL HOMETOWN PASSENGER TRAIN STATION. IN EARLY 1930s.
WE KIDS ENJOYED HANGING AROUND THE STATION WHEN THE PASSENGER TRAIN STOPPED.
STEAM HISSING FROM THE LOCOMOTIVE. ENGINEER SITTING UP THERE LOOKING LIKE A TREE FULL OF OWLS.
RED CAP PORTERS HANDLING PRODUCE, CREAM CANS, CRATES OF EGGS AND SOMETIMES CRATES OF CHICKENS.
ALWAYS MAIL BAGS EXCHANGED AND THE INCOMING BAG HURRIED TO THE POST OFFICE.
A COUPLE OF SMALL TOOTS FOR ALL ABOARD THAT'S GOING ABOARD AND AWAY TO THE NEXT TOWN.
MANY FOLKS HAD NO CAR AND TRAVEL BY TRAIN WAS COMMON. sam