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The City of New Orleans
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The City of New Orleans train began in 1947. I was born in 1942 and I believe it was 1945 when I took a train out of New Orleans. So I did some research once to see if I rode the City of New Orleans and it couldn't have been because it was too early. Nor do I think it was the same train, just renamed later. 

The route we took was across Lake Pontchartrain toward Hattiesburg, MS. If the City of New Orleans route went straight north toward Chicago, then it wouldn't have crossed the Pontchartrain. My grandmother was going home and my mother, sister and I went with her. We were going to stay with her for a month or two while Daddy was doing something in the Army.

Regardless, this is one of my earliest memories. The train crossed part of Lake Pontchartrain. There were 3 seats on one side of the aisle and 2 on the other. I sat by a window with Mother and sister in the other 2 seats. Suddenly I looked down and saw only water. I started screaming and crying. My mother yanked me away from the window and put my older sister in that seat. She moved to the middle and I was on the aisle. I stopped crying and a man across the aisle smiled at me. I thought that meant he was my friend so I stood up and held my dress up and said to him, "These are my new panties." I remember he laughed very loud and so did other people around us. My mother was mortified. She grabbed me.. but my little grandmother asked for me. She held me and she giggled, so it seems she didn't think it was so bad. It's not my first memory, though I was barely 3 then. I have one from the same time. At our house while Grandmother was there. She taught me to chew my food by counting how many times I chewed. I was three... I didn't know how to count. But she taught me how to count to ten. Likely that's my earliest memory. 

Just rambling. Sorry about that.  Smile
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