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The helpful train passenger When my mother was a girl of 17, she was traveling by train on her first trip out of the North Carolina mountains to visit her older married sister in New Jersey. She knew nothing about how she should act nor what to say or do. On the train was a girl on her way back to college, an older and more sophisticated traveler. They sat together. She told Mother what to do and say and what to expect. She was very kind. Mother never saw her again nor heard from her, but when she married and had her first baby, she remembered the kindness of a stranger and called her baby girl Lois after the girl on the train. I was born six years after that train trip in 1934. Lois A. Heun |
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