My First Train Ride
The sound of the train whistle penetrated the darkness like a lost soul crying out to his or her God. I don’t remember much about my first train ride but I do remember how I felt when I heard the sound of the whistle.
My Aunt Laura, along with her son, Keith, was on her way from Brenham to Corpus Christi. The year was 1946. I was traveling with them and I was three years old. Our grandparents would be celebrating their Golden Wedding Anniversary in just a few days. They were married on November 26, 1896 in the little church that is pictured on the cover of Nyger’s Advent Journey and Nyger’s Lenten Journey.