Riding on the T

We finally made it back “home” to Massachusetts where the Structure Sleuth grew up. This was an exciting trip for all but none more than Trainman because there are still endless numbers of freight and passenger trains in this part of the eastern corridor.

So, much to the pleasure of the Sleuth, we wheeled in to Union Station, in Worcester, which was the first derelict building to ever catch the imagination of the Sleuth and one of the major catalysts to  her studying in the uncelebrated field of Architectural Conservation.  Happily, the building has since had a petition and fundraising campaign spur on an absolutely wonderful restoration, even though they skipped replacing many of the original little details that made it shine.

The boys got to play with the graffitied ticket machines and we waited on the upstairs platform for the good old T train.

Notorious in the past for steep fares and slow arrivals, the T (a.k.a. the MTA) seems more user friendly nowadays. But, here’s a fun old song to get you in the mood.

Both Skateboy and Trainman agreed the view would be better from the top level of the train so that’s where we found our perch. All were disappointed to not get a table seat but, having traipsed through Europe twice, the Sleuth told them to “Get used to it, fellas.”

We waited, impatiently, for the departure time to arrive so that Trainman could be on his very first moving train. Needless to say that, when the moment finally arrived, he was bowled over with exuberance.

The sound of the wheels going over the railroad ties was also a great source of elation. Though, the sound was soon drowned out by the blue plastic train whistle that Trainman had with him, much to the chagrin of nearby commuters. Note to self: Americans are not so patient and tolerant of cute 3-year-olds as Canadians are.

The small travellers enjoyed seeing the world pass by outside of the train, pointing out many things to me as we went along. However, railroad crossings were a particular favourite of the Trainman as they led to the train horn being sounded.

We stopped off in Natick to visit a play café. Surely we’ve never seen one this full, especially on a school day, in humble little Nova Scotia.

On the way back we had to walk across a level crossing, my least favourite kind, and nearly lost our bag of snacks to an unfortunate spill but, in the end, the trip was a total hoot and I only wish we’d had more time in Massachusetts to soak up the train scene. 😉

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