Freight Train

Where I grew up most of the freight trains came carrying sugar beets. Open topped cars filled to almost overflowing with big white beets. When the sugar factory on the north side of town was operating, the stink filled the whole town. But like the cattle feed lots that joined in the stink, nobody complained about ‘the smell of money.’

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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  1. I remember the freight trains passing in front of my uncle’s house when we used to visit him for the summertime in the province where my mother was born. The open-top carts would always be filled with cut sugar cane stalks from the fields. The attendants riding some of these carts would always throw several of these stalks into a deep ditch that ran along the side of the railroad tracks as my cousin, Nick and I would wave to them. My uncle would then peel the hard skin of these stout stalks with a machete for both of us and cut them into smaller pieces so we were able to bite into them and suck out the deliciously sweet juice each piece contained.

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