FIRST MEMORIES

My friend, Merrie, just did a blog on 5 things she remembers. It made me look back and I decided to do my first memory. Trains. I still love trains. My mother had to take me, at a month old, to where my dad was stationed in the Army--Cheyenne, WY. We went to Oregon months later and back to Illinois to visit and then moved in Long Beach, CA. I loved the way the train moved. It's probably why I love it when ships are moving quite a bit. I remember the smell of the dining car and wondering why the men would call for the last drink. My mom said it was because the state we were entering was a "dry" state. For the life of me I couldn't figure out how they could live without water. :-) I remember being terrified the train would leave without us and not wanting to be off the train long. Why I was afraid? Not sure. I remember having the births made up to sleep; being in a small restroom with a woman putting on her make-up (I have prayed for her every time I remember her.)

These are all wonderful memories. Maybe I'll go for another nice stroll down the lane some time. It was nice, but I don't want to stay too long. I'm grateful for now too.