This excellent photo by George Hamlin is a classic reminder of another era. It took me a long time to accept the fact that freight trains I'd been waiting to pass the crossing were minus a caboose. Somehow, a train without a caboose just didn't make sense. It still doesn't make sense, but I have passed the age when us boys always waited to see if the old man sitting up in the cupulow would wave at us as the train passed. I can't remember when they didn't. They are long down the line by now, somewhere in railroad heaven. Such are some of the memories of the 1950s that remain golden in my mind.
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- My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.
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