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  • I remember as a child going to visit my Grandparents in Saverton on the banks of the Mississippi river north of St. Louis. One time my brother and I rode the train from St. Louis. My mom was pregnant and having a bad time of it. So my uncle Matt put both my brother and me on the train. We rode for a few hours before my grandfather flagged the train down at the small town of Saverton. The train didn't normally stop there, so he had to stand on the platform where they dropped the mail sack and wave at the engineer.
    There was a dirt road that ran along the tracks. Just on the other side of the tracks was a marshy area and then the river. From my grandparents yard you could look out over the tracks and watch the river roll by.
    One day my grandpa took us walking down the tracks to get a better look at one of his favorite fishing holes. He was very hard of hearing and my grandmother would worry about him not hearing a train coming so we were forewarned to listen for him. It seemed like we walked along the hot tracks smelling the creosole for miles but it was only just around the bend in the tracks, maybe 1/4 mile. Then we hopped over a couple of fallen trees and followed a path to the small inlet where the best fish stayed. We didn't stay there long before we started back through the marsh and home. As we got to the tracks, we heard a train coming and drew aside to watch it pass. The smells of summer still linger in my nose as I remember the walk back to their house.
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