The train rails were worn, covered in old stories of the good ol’ days. Blood, sweat, and tears poured upon this endless trail of iron. Especially in Summer’s heat, the work was hard. Someone had to do it, thus the age of booming industrial companies transporting cargo by train. The express ones, where passengers rested, were along tracks of gorgeous Cuyahoga forrest scenery. Up and down Ohio’s east side, history resonated with every choo-choo and every whistle horned.
The familiar old sounds sound a bit like heaven.
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This was lovely, especially having lived next to a railroad for most of my life
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Having grown up in Northeastern Ohio this struck a familiar cord with me. Especially nice write..
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Thank you:) Where did you grow up? I lived along the river. I completely relate.
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Born in Ashtabula. Grew up in North Olmsted, Haven’t lived there since the early 80’s but never the less…..
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How cool. I lived across from Wheeling, WV for 18 years. The trains are as familiar to my ears as my heartbeat.
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