another train tale

Writing about trains yesterday reminded me of a story my mother used to tell.  When my father was coming home from Brazil as WWII wound down, she/they decided to move from their temporary housing in Maryland to Fort Wayne to be nearer my father's family. To make this move, my mother packed up all their worldly goods in 10 military footlockers and with them and me, less than a year old at the time, took the train from Havre de Grace, Maryland to Fort Wayne, Indiana.  It was a long train ride but mom said she didn't have to hold me the entire way.  That may have been an exaggeration but the truth was that train was full of soldiers heading home after a long separation from their families. They were eager to see their children, delighted with the idea that a baby was on the train, and took turns holding me all the way to Fort Wayne.