Good Wednesday morning, my peeps! It’s Friday Fictioneer time and today we have this photo from J.Hardy Carroll to inspire us. As always, thank you to Rochelle for driving this train weekly! If you care to play along, just click on the frog below and add the link to your 100-word story. Easy peasy!
The Daily Wave
My train’s always on time. I pride myself on following the schedule. People count on me and I dare not let them down. Not in my nature, anyhow. So, I chug along, blowing my whistle calling the children to come out and wave. I tell you, it’s the best part of my day to see them kids running across the fields wanting nothing else but to have me return their hello. I sure wish I could bring them wherever they want to go. It’s a hard life for them with few options. But I ain’t allowed.
Where are they today?
I was reminded of my trip to Cuba. My kids and I took a short train ride and the local kids all came out running, waving to us passengers. Most smiled…
You describe something so universal here, Dale: waving at the train going by. But there’s so much more in the story. The character of the train driver, the hard life of the children… And all in 100 words. It’s great.
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Who has not waved at the conductor (I used to live right next to a train track…)
Thank you, Jenne, for this lovely comment.
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Lovely story, Dale. I can just see the train chugging along and the children waving.
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Thank you, Adele. So glad you have a visual 🙂
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Dear Dale,
Love the voice of the engineer. You put a face on him and gave him a heart. Love this story and your photos. Applause! Toot! Toot!
Shalom and lotsa ongoing hugs,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Thank you, my friend. So glad I managed that and that you enjoyed!
Shalom and lotsa love,
Dale
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Aww, now that’s beautiful. This is so uplifting and I love that perspective of the engineer. You can just feel the happiness in such fleeting moment as the train passes by them.
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Thank you, Lucy. So very glad you found it so.
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Watching people moving fast past us is a universal habit. We think the passengers’ lives must be marvellous. But sometimes they look look out, as they speed past, on the villages and fields and feel a pang of envy
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I do believe it is. And I bet you are right. There are those who must surely wish they could get off the too-fast train they are on.
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Such a lovely tale.
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Thank you, Mason.
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I still wave at trains when I see them speeding by!
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So do I!
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It would be rude not to!
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Right!!
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That’s sad in many ways. I hear the trains, but can’t see them as we are separated by a bosque and the river. I save my waves for the birds who can then pass my waves on to the trains.
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It can be. I used to live right by the tracks – close enough to make the house shake. Now, I am further but can still occasionally hear the whistle blow.
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Toot! Toot! The trains are one of the many man-made noises we get out here that I like to listen to.
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Me too. There is a comfort in it, don’t you think?
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Trains are fascinating, but also symbolic. I love this short piece!
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They are, aren’t they? So very glad you do!
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A simple wave, a smile, a “hello.” Little things that can open the world.
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I could not agree more!
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Waving to a train is surely a experience that transcends language and status. I love how your story waves back.
Bit worried about the last line though. Where are the children today?
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It truly is.
And, you’re the first to notice… The conductor, you and I are all worried…
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Such beautifully bitter-sweet story, Dale…
Oh, and “where are they today…?”
Loved it, dear lady! xoxoxoxo
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Thank you, sweet Marina. Where are they indeed? xoxoxo
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Sweet… loved this!
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So glad!!
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Sweet and poignant, Dale. I like this engineer.
And I wonder where they are, too.
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Thank you, Merril. I like him too. 🙂
I do wonder. I’m a tad worried.
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Yes, I am, too.
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I loved this perspective, Dale. I wonder where they went too!
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Thank you, Shweta.
If you find them, let me know!
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Haha. Will do! You’re very welcome 🙂
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A delightful tale Dale. I too have photos of waving children, in Egypt, China and other places too. I always wonder what’s going through their minds.
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It’s a universal thing… trains attract children (and some bigger folk 😉 ) I wonder as well.
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A nicely compacted slice of reality in a world where so many haven’t the option to ride away.
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Thank you, Christine. So many don’t, you are right.
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Yes…where are they today…these are powerful thoughts….
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Thank you. 🙂
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There’s something about trains that makes kids do that – I guess it’s the romance of possibilities. Well told.
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I know, right? We just can’t help it!
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Trains have that allure of mystery and adventure – a lovely tender take on the picture, Dale.
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They really do, don’t they? Thank you, Jilly.
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It’s such a slight gesture but it keeps them happy
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Yes, indeed.
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You captured a universal reality of trains and those who wave at them … and I especially like that you did this from the train (conductor’s) point of view, So often we hear of the yearning of those who look at the train, and here you let us glimpse also that of those on the train, to help those who aren’t on it. Well done, you! xx Na’ama
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Thank you, kind lady! I decided from the get it was going to be from his view 🙂 So glad it resonated with you… xoxo
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It did, it did! 🙂
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Yay! 🙂
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Love this! I had such a great time on the train. One of these days I am going to do a coast-to-coast writing trip on Amtrack.
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Thanks, Josh. So glad you do. And I admit that I would love to go across Canada, doing the same thing…
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Well told, if only the whole world would learn to wave and smile.
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Thank you, Michael 🙂 Yes, if only.
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My first thought was actually “The Orphan Train.” but the children were ON the train, not outside waving 🙂 So I started over, changing my focus, and enjoyed your story very much. Children are always enrhralled with the unknown, and seem to think everyone else is as friendly as they are 🙂
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Glad you did! I didn’t want it to be anything like that 🙂 Children love the train, don’t they?
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Yes indeed, and I remember when having the engineer toot in return as we waved was SO exciting!
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Yes! That was the best! 🙂
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Very nice, Dale. A sweet/bitter story. But as you said, “most smiled.”
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Thank you, Bill. Most did – how I capture the two who didn’t is beyond me!
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I’m sure the daily waving interaction brightens everyone’s day. I feel sorry for the unsmiling children. Makes me wonder if they are wishing they could get away from something terrible by jumping on the train.
I see you also used the word “chug.” Train tracks must have done it 🙂
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I’m sure it does. As for those kids, one cannot help but wonder how much they would like to be able to have a ride in the train, too.
Methinks they have 😉
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In some ways people from poorer counties live better than Westerners. Little joys in life make them happy. I’m generalising but we can learn a lot from them.
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I think you are right. We assume much when we compare to ourselves.
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I remember waving to the trains as they passed. A slightly ominous final line, though…
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Most of us had at one time or another.
Yes, indeed. What is up with that?
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Great voice in this. I felt I almost knew the train driver, and he sounded like someone one would want to know. Good one.
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Thank you, Sandra. Love that you did!
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Wonderful picture of a caring engineer and happy children, Dale. My grandmother lived across the street from the tracks of the Southern Railway. The train whistle blew at noon and we children ran to wave to the train every day when we visited her.
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Thank you, Ina. I used to live by the train tracks – enough that the house would shake when it passed by! I still wave if I see the engineer 🙂
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in my travels, i also wonder what happens to kids who wave at us as we’re passing by. i guess they go on with their lives as we do.
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I’m sure some of them dream of being able to ride with us and most probably just turn back to their lives awaiting them.
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I love trains! And I love the waving thing too, when it happens. You capture that simple happiness perfectly.
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So do I. So glad I did. Thank you, Anne.
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Dale, this is such a pleasant glimpse into the lives of everyday people with which most of identify. For me it was the truckers. When daddy passed the semi, the kids in the back seat turned to wave to the truck drivers. Before seat belts put a stop to that pleasure.
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Thank you, Oneta. Yes, the simple things in life. Love the share about your daddy, his rig and the kids!
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What a lovely, warm-hearted story! Your engineer is great!
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Thank you, Penny. He is, isn’t he? 😉
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A kind and tender story Dale. I like the train/engineer’s outlook, so life affirming.
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Thank you, Francine. I like him and his outlook, too. 🙂
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I always wave back when kids wave out of cars, trains… it’s such a quick and friendly way of connecting between humans, isn’t it? Too bad when ‘grown-ups’ feel too serious to wave. (I also regularly wave at the ISS when I see it.) I love your engineer, he has a heart.
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Hmm… my comment seems to have disappeared. Happens with the stupid phone, sometimes!
Yes, a quick, friendly and easy way to connect. I love to wave, still. And I love my engineer, too 😉
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Don’t start me on posting on the phone, LOL…
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Whenever I comment on Rochelle’s blog with my phone it goes straight to her trash!
Now and again, I see that my comment disappears. So, I’ve taken to going back to my post and skimming down the comment line. That’s when I saw I missed you (well, didn’t miss you but you know…)
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I know, LOL.
It’s strange, I don’t use the phone often for that. Mostly because of thick fingers and funny autocorrect.
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Yeah. Not ideal to use the phone – and some even write their posts on it!! No danke!
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Aww, there’s something uniquely special when a conductor waves back.
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So true! We were always thrilled when he did that (there were no shes, then…)
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Simple yet it has such a deep meaning!
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Thank you. That’s what I hope for.
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Isn’t it fantastic how kids (and not just kids) will wave to a train, and loads of people wave back. I love that that happens
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Yes, it is – and not just kids! Brings a sense of togetherness.
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Yes. United with the traveller off to who knows where
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It is magical.
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And we do love magic
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We do!
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Q
First and foremost, thank you for bringing Cuba into the prompt this way. Artfully done, humanly done, beautifully done. With a wave symbolizing the connection that has never been stanched, no matter the sixty plus years of communist rule. The people still count most of all. And I would hope our elected representatives see it the way you have portrayed it here. That they would see people and not an opportunity to make political hay.
So damned perfect.
B
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B,
Thank you for this wonderful and beautiful comment. I was lucky enough to be able to visit only one small portion but what I did see was, despite the poverty, the lack of choice of simple things like shampoo, the limitations imposed on them, the Cubans are the nicest, friendliest, most welcoming people. Unlike the Dominican Republic where you get harassed for goods, the Cubans never ask for a single thing. I really do wish your elected representatives would wake up and change their attitudes.
So lovely of you to say.
Q
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I feel as if this will be politicized, like everything else is here. People’s lives hang in the balance and yet, we play games rather than offer solutions. Sadly.
I loved this.
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It will be. And it’s wrong on every level.
Thank you.
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It sure is.
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Oh how we could change the world…
MWAH!
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MUAH!
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The little things can make a big difference.
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This is so true. 🙂
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That last line is a bit ominous. Where did the children go? Hopefully to school or a party. I love the POV of the train driver, or is it just the train?
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Thank you, Laurie. Let’s hope it’s nothing bad…
The train conductor 😉
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Dale, This is so unique and obviously universal story.
I like this. Keep going.
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It is universal, isn’t it?
So glad you do. Have a great day!
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Likewise.
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I know those kids from when I was riding (trains and buses) through South America.
“Where are they today?” What a heart breaking question. Needs to be asked. ⚡️💥
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They are everywhere, those kids.
There could be an innocent reason, of course… xoxo
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Poverty paints some disturbing pictures.
I remember Chicklets vendors. Yes, the chewing gum. A mother with children sitting on a raggedy blanket selling Chicklets, and not the regular packs, the 2 packs. xxx
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I remember seeing them in Mexico, as well. The very same thing… no mothers, just kids. It was heart-wrenching.
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We are so lucky in Canada!
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