I loved that day on the train.
In 1948,when I was about 8 years old, I mentioned to my mother that a friend of mine was leaving that day for Boston on the train. I had no idea where Boston was. She said that she would take me there on the train one day.
When that day finally arrived, mother and I boarded the trolley in Mount Pleasant for the ride to Providence. We went to the train station to board the train for our journey.
It seemed like it took a while to get on the train and then to leave the station, but when I finally heard the wheels going over the tracks clickety clack, I knew that I was on my way to Boston.
After a long ride, we finally arrived. After we did some shopping, I had ice cream and got some peanuts from a store that had a giant Planters Peanut man that probably seemed bigger than he was. I had a wonderful day with my mother and no doubt bragged about it to my friends.
It was only many years later, when I was recalling that trip with my mother, that she confessed that we didn’t go to Boston after all. We just took the train to Pawtucket. I loved when she told me that.
From that day on I always recall all these years later how happy my mother made me on that day when we went on the train, Boston or not.
They were such great memories of my wonderful mother.