STEAM TRAIN TRAVEL - MARGARET TANNER
I don’t have a story to tell about my travels on trains,
planes or automobiles, because nothing out of the ordinary has ever happened to
me. I am certainly glad I didn’t need to travel on public transport last
century. It would have been a very slow, uncomfortable journey, with no
air-conditioning in summer, although you could open the windows to catch a
breeze. In winter, the only heating they would have had were feet warmers (tin
containers filled with hot water or hot coals).
I write historical romance, so there is quite a lot of train
travel (of the steam train variety) in my novels. I thought I might set up a
few train scenes from three of my novels set during the 1st World
War.
Allison’s War
1914 -The door leading from the carriage slid open and, even
with the swaying of the train, Phillip started moving down the narrow
passageway, glancing out the window as he did so. They would reach
“Damnation.” The train shuddered and slammed him against a
window. As he straightened up, he watched without much interest as two horsemen
broke out of the forest. No, it was called bush in Australia , he reminded himself. One
must get the colloquialisms right, more advice from Tony. Young fools were
racing the train.
Daring Masquerade
1916 - Harry and Ross caught a midday train home. The seats
in the first class carriage were upholstered in black leather, the walls
decorated with cedar panels, beveled mirrors and pictures of Victorian tourist
attractions. Harry wanted to hang her head out the window as they steamed away
from
***
1917 - When they got out of the car at the station Gilbert
toddled around squealing with delight as he chased the stationmaster’s cat. The
blast of a whistle in the distance and a trail of smoke drifting skywards, had
Harry straining her eyes to catch her first glimpse of the train bringing Ross
home to Devil’s Ridge.
Lauren’s Dilemma
1914 - They were
late. The train, already pulled in at the station, belched out clouds of black
smoke. Laurie dashed onto the platform, almost colliding with a signalman who
waited with his lamp.
Groups of
well-wishers made their farewells to loved ones through the carriage windows.
Her hasty glance confirmed the train was full of young men from further up the
line, all heading for the army camp in Melbourne .
She ignored a wolf whistle from one young man as she rushed from carriage to
carriage searching for Danny. I have to
find him. It would be awful if he thought she couldn’t be bothered seeing
him off.
In desperation, she
used their childhood secret emergency signal. Putting two fingers into her
mouth, she emitted three loud whistles.
“Laurie?” He poked
his head through the carriage window. “Thank God you made it on time.” He gave
a relieved grin.
“I wanted to see you
off.” Her voice wobbled as she fought to keep it under control. There would be
plenty of time for tears later, in the privacy of her room. She wanted him to
carry away happy thoughts of her, memories that would sustain him even in his
darkest hour. “Good luck.” She forced a smile, vowing to keep it pinned to her
mouth no matter what the cost.
“Thanks.” He squeezed
her hand. “Remember, you'll always be my best girl.”
“Good luck, Danny.”
Matthew Cunningham strolled up to them.
“Thanks, Mr.
Cunningham. Look after yourself, Laurie, and don’t forget what I said.” He gave
her a quick kiss on the mouth.
The whistle blew
several times in quick succession. There was a hiss of steam, black smoke
belched from the engine, and then with a loud groan the train started to move.
Laurie ran along beside the carriage for a short way clinging to Danny’s hand
until the engine picked up speed, forcing her to let go. “Write to me.”
His reply got blown
away by the draft from the train, but he waved enthusiastically until the train
took a bend in the line. He was gone.
THE LOVES WE LEFT
BEHIND
Special 3 in 1 Centenary edition
- A three novel collection, depicting
the tragedy and triumph of three different women during World War 1. Allison's War, Daring Masquerade and Lauren's Dilemma.
A hundred years ago, from the far flung corners of the British Empire , young men rushed to fight for Mother
England in what was to be known as the Great War, or as we, in more modern
times called it, the 1st World War. They left their wives and
sweethearts behind. Many of these brave women waited in vain for their men folk
to return. How did they cope with the loss and heartache? Could they ever hope
to find happiness with another man?
4 comments:
Your descriptions are so evocative, your writing so emotion-filled, Margaret. I was drawn into the scenes immediately.
Great idea for a wonderful post!
Hi Margaret, I really like the Centenary bundle of three of your WWI stories. Your description of train travel is so accurate. I've been on some short trips (a few hours) on steam trains and they are not the most comfortable modes of traveling even if the scenery is spectacular.
Sarah,
Thank you. I am an emotional type of writer I have to confess. I cry sometimes as I write my stories.
Regards
Margaret
Hi Judith,
Can't say I have ever travelled on a steam train, but I have travelled on some very old country trains as a child, and they had the foot warmers.
Regards
Margaret
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