Trains. Locomotives. What an addition to transportation! A welcome addition to those folks who were used to traveling by wagon, coach, horse, and/or foot.
It's been passed down in my husband's family that the beautiful Pearl Williams and her family moved from Missouri to Iowa by covered wagon when she was about 7 years old. In fact, my husband's Great-Uncle Donald explains in his memoirs that Pearl [his mother] and her sister walked most of the way behind the wagon, and that "...only when they came to a town did they get on the wagon and ride through town," on their way to Collins, Iowa.
About 200 miles.
Probably most of them dusty miles.
Quite possibly some of them wet and muddy miles.
Could you imagine?
I bet Pearl and her sister wished they'd been on a train. It sure would've been much easier and faster.
I wonder, though, if she appreciated the irony of the situation when she received the postcard below with a photo of a train on it from her son, Forrest Pointer [my husband's grandfather]. He'd been in Marshalltown, Story County, Iowa while in the U.S. Navy in 1946. About 30 miles from Pearl in Collins, Story County, Iowa and not even able to go home and see his mom and family.
To be so close, and yet so far.
[This post is a submission for the Festival of Postcards hosted by Evelyn Yvonne Theriault on her blog A Canadian Family.]