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Author:  Peter
E-mail:  eiger45@yahoo.com
Date:  3/10/2007 8:00:10 PM
Subject:  Re: G'day
Message:  The place I grew up was accessible only by foot or train. No cars. The train station was the place to go and dream of places to go. It's hard to explain but it was magic for me. My Dad in his forties switched careers and became a Conductor on a train. He enjoyed it very much. It was meeting folks from allover the world and the fresh air as he told me. Mom used to take us to a town an hour away by train for special things my folks needed. The windows on these trains could be pulled down for you to look outside and for your hair to be windblown. For on the way home she would buy us each soft caramel candy that was gone by the time we got home. That same thing, by the way, could still be experienced. It's still there after 40 some years.

 G'day by Karen (Aust) at 3/10/2007 3:32:12 AM
 Re: G'day by larry larry at 3/10/2007 6:27:40 AM
 Re: G'day by Laura Shayne  at 3/10/2007 7:42:32 AM
 Re: G'day by Joe Z at 3/10/2007 8:07:38 AM
 Re: G'day by Judy C  at 3/10/2007 8:34:34 AM
 Re: G'day by Karen R  at 3/10/2007 8:43:43 AM
 Re: G'day by Joey L. at 3/10/2007 5:59:24 PM
 Re: G'day by rodeo at 3/10/2007 9:41:53 AM
 Re: G'day by Texas Granny at 3/10/2007 10:19:15 AM
 Re: G'day by San Diego at 3/10/2007 5:43:35 PM
 Re: G'day by Lib at 3/10/2007 8:53:17 PM
 Re: G'day by RandyD at 3/10/2007 5:44:14 PM
 Re: G'day by Peter  at 3/10/2007 8:00:10 PM
 Re: G'day by BobC at 3/10/2007 9:23:43 PM