This bridgework spans Park Avenue, just past Hadlock Field. As you can see, this once busy two track bridge is now down to one and not too busy at that. Most of the 'action' begins about a half mile ahead, behind the camera. From the relatively new AMTRAK station, the route called the Downeaster is a quite popular way to travel south to Boston and to connect beyond. In a childhood long gone- many a night, I do recall, in some state of slumber, listening to the lonesome whistle calls as Mountain Division trains came through the Morrill's Corner crossing. My upstairs bedroom was closest to the track and on summer nights with the windows open, it could be quite jostling in sleep. I remember thinking, what an exciting life, that of an engineer racing the iron horse through the pitch-black night. Alas but one trip in my childhood, but what great fun. Our adventure included leaving from the now long-gone Union Station and traveling to Boston Garden. No, not to see the Celtics(I wish!) but to take in the Roy Rogers' Cowboy Rodeo Show with my family. I still remember dressed in my cowboy gear and black hat(I wanted always to be the bad guy... I guess that explains it), being allowed to take my toy pistol and holster aboard the train. No problem... in simpler times. Hey, pardner how about a sarsparilla, and there won't be any trouble!
Isn't it amazing what memories a sound, a scent, a taste, an image can evoke? This is a terrific photo and an excellent piece of commentary.
ReplyDeleteHey, my beloved 'Pardner', Happy Easter to you!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful cowboy story - My shero was Annie Oakley and I would make my little brother be Tad, her faithful friend....great memories and wonderful image.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter Birdman!
ReplyDeleteI love your story.
I love those old-timey bridges.
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