However, it turns out the image created memories for me, of my grandmother and mother. As a child, when I visited my grandmother, I would get to stay a few weeks after my parents went home. My grandmother and I would take the train from her home back to Manassas. In later years, we'd take the train from Manassas and meet grandmother at her house.
I remember great times at my grandmother's house for many summers. I lost my grandmother in 2010 and my mother in 2011. Their memories forever in my heart, sparked by the image of a train, stopping for passengers. I wonder if there was an excited boy waiting for that train to begin his adventures at his grandparents?
"Going to Grandmothers"