tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858531060422596451.post6916538522014116278..comments2019-04-13T15:18:43.665-02:30Comments on The Path of the Carpenter: The Right Side of the TracksUwimana Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09595886995873947161noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858531060422596451.post-36331939014055962102013-08-24T21:56:54.759-02:302013-08-24T21:56:54.759-02:30I've never heard of a house being put together...I've never heard of a house being put together with railroad spikes, but I can certainly understand why it's still standing...those things were made to last!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858531060422596451.post-77372064719305595122013-08-24T20:39:40.341-02:302013-08-24T20:39:40.341-02:30Thanks for sharing your memories! I remember those...Thanks for sharing your memories! I remember those big metal spikes as well... our old house was made with 10 in. square bridge timbers fastened together with those spikes. It was a solid house, that's for sure... over 100 years old and not a sag to be found.Uwimana Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09595886995873947161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858531060422596451.post-44731259167673006082013-08-24T17:43:59.658-02:302013-08-24T17:43:59.658-02:30I loved this post. I, too, grew up near railroad t...I loved this post. I, too, grew up near railroad tracks. Trains would pass my house all through the night, and I never realized it until I moved away and couldn't sleep because they were no longer there.<br /><br />You've brought back so many childhood memories I'd long forgotten: running alongside a speeding train with my friends close behind, placing coins on the tracks (the first time because we'd heard you could derail a train with a nickel, afterward because we liked having the squished coins...they were an art form unto themselves, and every one was unique), walking up and down the track searching for uprooted hand-made spikes and, later, riding my bike up and down them (never with a "banana" seat - that hurt!). Crossing them to get to the sand quarry on the other side, where we would sift through mountains of sand looking for "sand dollars."<br /><br />I remember when I was around 10-years-old my father taking me to a train yard, where the conductor put one of those engineer's caps on my head and let me "drive" the train a short distance! I had a picture of me in the engineer's seat, but it disappeared years ago.<br /><br />Thanks for bringing these memories back to me. What a lovely post! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com