I really enjoyed writing The Night Train.
It was wonderful to read your comments and emails and know that I had rather skillfully built the suspense into this work. I think we all have our personal favs. in terms of what we write. This for me was also a story very close to my heart and one I had planned/hoped to write about for a long,long time.
The blue-eyed lady on the Night Train was in reality: my beautiful mom, Helen.
Our family has been connected with the Canadian railways for many, many years; my grandfather was an executive with the CPR. Travelling by train was the classy way to go, in those days. My mom and her immediate family took many a trip, via the trains and they travelled first class, with “all the trimmings”.
Personally, I still love train travel; I’m just sad to see so many of the lines no longer in use.
But I digress….The man (don’t recall his name, or even if my mom actually ever mentioned it) was heading to the oilfields of Alberta. He did indeed “check out” my mom’s shapely legs; watching below the curtains of his berth, as some of the passengers along the way, embarked the train that night. My mom was headed to B.C. for a vacation,from her home in Manitoba.
They subsequently met the next day and than had a romance, much of it via written correspondence, after their ‘chance’ meeting on that train.
I don’t know all the details but he did eventually ask my mom to marry him but she declined.
I wonder where this man ended up? He certainly gave me, via my mom’s recollections, a great beginning to a mysterious romantic interlude, to write about and share.
If you are familiar with long-distance train trips, you will understand the mystery and romance of rail travel, even now. Not the same as during this elegant period of the 40’s but still a special mode of transportation.
It’s not always the destination that’s all important, is it? It’s can also be about ‘getting there’.
Thank so much to all of you who commented on this story.
And now the mystery of the Night Train is revealed…….