So. In honor of train day, a train story. It’s not a happy one, so apologies.
As I was told by my Mom (my adopted Mom who has passed many years ago already), when she was 13, both of her parents were killed in a train accident. She then quit school to raise her brother and sister. I’ve looked for info on any train accidents that would’ve happened in the mid/late 20s or early 30s in the upstate New York area. She had lived in the Watervliet/Cohoes area. But I’m not sure if that’s where it happened. She had also told me that she had no middle name; but I found her baptismal certificate after she passed. She used her middle name as her first since her true first name was very ethnic. So the train story may not have been accurate either. I really don’t know.
Regardless, I’ve travelled on trains quite often as I had to commute into NYC, and driving in daily was expensive and a total hassle.
