As a young child growing up in Ireland, I was always fascinated by trains. I was lucky enough to live in Inchicore, a part of Dublin which even today is steeped in railroad history. I am not a historian but if anyone wants to read a bit of the history of where I grew up have a look at the following link.
Inchicore on Wiki
Anyway, yet again I ramble off somewhere else other than what this post is about. There will be lots more about the town where I lived in later posts.
Back to the railway, as I lived in Inchicore, I was right beside the mainline West and South out of Dublin. Trains to Cork, Killarney, Waterford, Galway and Westport all left from Heuston and passed through Inchicore as they departed the city. I was also beside the Inchicore Railway works, which was a massive area of Inchicore and gave lots of employment to the area at one stage. Again, I am not a historian, so feel free to follow the link above which will help.
As a young man I got a job on the railways for 3 years before I joined the military and it was a tough decision to leave as I loved the trains and the job, but in 1987 Ireland, the Defence Forces offered full pensionable employment while the railway couldn’t.
Now here I am living in the USA and once again I find myself living right beside the railroad. The CSX line out of Atlanta runs right by the house and to hear the train horns every couple of hours is immense. As I grew up beside the tracks it’s easy to block out the sounds so a good night’s sleep isn’t interrupted.
As I walk the dogs everyday down Peachtree Creek, I cross the tracks and nearly every day I get to see a huge CSX freight train pass by, these trains are about a mile long and in Ireland there is really nothing to compare. As someone who loves trains, the sounds of the wheels on the Tracks and the horn blowing from the engine always illicits a smile on my face. And the funny thing is, just as I typed that another train blows its horn as it approaches the level crossing.
I am possibly one of the few car drivers who is never disappointed when the lights start flashing red on the level crossing and the gates go down to signal a train is about to come across the road.
One of my dream trips will be to go across America by rail, taking in some of the most iconic rail trips available. But for now I have to be satisfied by hearing and seeing these fantastic machines daily.