Licky The Lizard

In Licky The Lizard, author Melissa Henderson offers parents, teachers, grandparents, and educators a tale that teaches young children a simple, yet important message: There is no need to fear any of God's creatures because we are all created by Him - He Loves us all.

Licky The Lizard

Lonesome Whistle of the Train

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Fog everywhere this morning. After a day and night of rain and chilly temperatures, we wake to 46 degrees and fog. Weather forecasters and news reporters are cautioning people to be careful on the roads. “Watch for the thick fog out there. Drive slower, turn on your lights. Stay alert.” Every station gives similar warnings.
Turning off the t.v. and radio, I sit and listen. Closing my eyes, I am aware of sounds inside and outside. The refrigerator making ice cubes and the heater turning off are the sounds inside the house.
Vehicles driving by, the chirping of black cap chickadees looking for morning seed, the low conversation of a man and woman chatting as they enjoy their daily walk are a few of the outside sounds I notice.
Then, a low rumble begins. I love this sound. I know what is coming. The train. My family loves trains. Here it comes now. Slow and steady, the rumble of the coal cars passing through town cause me to pause and enjoy the sound. Where is the train going? Who are the engineers?
My favorite part of the train has always been the caboose. But, trains don’t have the caboose anymore. No more little red caboose. We have to travel to a museum or take a scenic train ride to see the caboose in action.
There it is again……. the low rumble and finally, long, long, short, long…… the lonesome whistle of the train. That long, long, short, long means the train is approaching an intersection. The gates are down, the red lights are flashing and the vehicles are lined up waiting for the train to pass.
The lonesome whistle of the train…. a sound that I enjoy. Yes, the whistle does sound lonesome as it echoes throughout the neighborhood. Somehow, that whistle reminds me to slow down and enjoy the moment.
If you ever have to wait for a train to pass by, enjoy that time to pause and listen to the whistle. Remember that God has you there at that particular moment for a reason. Pause and enjoy the sound of the lonesome whistle of the train.
Have a blessed day,
Mimi
 

9 Comments
  • Jill Weatherholt
    Posted at 14:34h, 16 November Reply

    Hi Mimi! My hero in my second book doesn’t like the sound of the train whistle. Like myself, it’s always made him feel sad. One of the most difficult times in my life was spent on the auto train when I made the decision to move from Virginia. All night, I listened to the whistle as the train slowed through tiny towns. I was in tears and have never been on a train since. Still today, when I hear the train outside our house, it sends chills down my spine.Lovely post!

  • mimionlife
    Posted at 14:45h, 16 November Reply

    Amazing how trains can bring different emotions. Thank you for reading my blog. 🙂

  • Carol Souders
    Posted at 22:04h, 16 November Reply

    Beautiful!!!!
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    • mimionlife
      Posted at 23:03h, 16 November Reply

      Thank you Carol Souders. Thank you for reading my blog. 🙂

    • mimionlife
      Posted at 22:58h, 21 November Reply

      Thank you for reading my blog Carol Souders. 🙂

  • shannan williams
    Posted at 19:25h, 21 November Reply

    Oh this just touched my heart so much. My dad worked for the railroad and was actually murdered there at the railroad, this was in 1983. I was 9. For many years I didn’t like the sound of a train because I would just cry and cry. But now I love the sound. As I have gotten older I feel it is my dad saying hello. I always say “hi daddy I love you too”. It gives so much peace. Thank you so very much for sharing this.

    • mimionlife
      Posted at 22:30h, 21 November Reply

      Shannan, thank you for sharing your heart. I am so sorry for your loss of your Dad. I love the thought of your Dad saying hello to you through the train whistle. What a special feeling! Blessings to you and your family.

  • Ena
    Posted at 23:53h, 13 December Reply

    Thank you for choosing to follow my blog!
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  • Gail Johnson
    Posted at 15:19h, 18 February Reply

    I grew up in a town with a train yard. Anytime you went anywhere you usually had to wait on a train. When I married, I moved away but my husband works in that same train yard working on those trains…a locomotive electrician. I have always loved to hear the whistles. Still do! Loved this post, Mimi. It brought back good memories!

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