tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359713856816206512.post5139468600184223122..comments2023-05-07T00:48:54.638-07:00Comments on Incongruous Circumspection: The Mournful Wail of the Train HornIncongruous Circumspectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16232186225573312896noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359713856816206512.post-61849100554383283712012-05-13T17:32:20.640-07:002012-05-13T17:32:20.640-07:00I agree--I lived a few blocks from a train all my ...I agree--I lived a few blocks from a train all my life--I've been successful in my moves. I added the following piece to the Wikipedia article on Trainspotting...I'm glad it is now (or for now) a permanent part of the Wikipedia article: "Nostalgia may also result from the long, lonesome wail of the train's horn, which mimics vocalizations that want for a more simple time, as Buffalosprhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00445760677252985180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359713856816206512.post-77700980139095386562012-05-09T07:52:50.890-07:002012-05-09T07:52:50.890-07:00Wow, this brought back memories. When we were newl...Wow, this brought back memories. When we were newly married, we moved to a two-bedroom apartment in Peru, Indiana (my husband was in the Air Force and sent to Grissom AFB nearby). Train tracks ran right behind the old house in which our apartment was. At first we could not sleep at night--something like 30 trains a day could run on that track (in 1969). But we got used to it. A railroad strike estravennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359713856816206512.post-85569199396122072472012-04-28T22:35:58.269-07:002012-04-28T22:35:58.269-07:00Dude... we had a train horn once or twice a week a...Dude... we had a train horn once or twice a week at my place.Adamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359713856816206512.post-80235805921866578612012-04-28T19:57:01.376-07:002012-04-28T19:57:01.376-07:00I completely agree. I grew up in town near the rai...I completely agree. I grew up in town near the railroad tracks and I was so comforted when I moved to college by the constant sound of trains. (Odd that in gorgeous Northfield THAT would be my biggest comfort.) <br /><br />A few years ago I moved to Duluth, and it took me ages to get used to the fog horn thing they use for shipping traffic in the summer. It's so jarring and awful--it makes meEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05977214129979448800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359713856816206512.post-62193810991288139802012-04-28T14:16:00.219-07:002012-04-28T14:16:00.219-07:00We have urban tracks for the Santa Fe at the end o...We have urban tracks for the Santa Fe at the end of our street. A couple of times a day we hear the horn blowing at all the intersections that cross the tracks in this tract. It's a comforting sound. Even in the urban sprawl there's something relaxing about the rumble of the cars over the track. When I lived near the main channel into the LA Harbor, in the early morning the tugs would be amulbunny's random thoughtshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10621932038345682056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359713856816206512.post-49247034114785880082012-04-28T10:16:37.121-07:002012-04-28T10:16:37.121-07:00This is so true. When I was a little girl, we live...This is so true. When I was a little girl, we lived in the same town as my grandparents, who lived a few blocks from the train tracks. We slept over there a lot, and every time I went to visit, I went to sleep hearing it. Fast-forward 25 years later to the first night I laid my head down in the house my husband and I bought when we were engaged... I heard the low train whistle, something I hadn&#Elisa Morrisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14843055426487128379noreply@blogger.com