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LETTERS: An ode to the waterfront tracks

Velma Bartel arrived in White Rock by train in 1953 and continues to cherish the tracks and trains that use them. - File photo
Velma Bartel arrived in White Rock by train in 1953 and continues to cherish the tracks and trains that use them.
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Editor:

My thoughts on our wonderful ‘city by the sea’ – on our train and the tracks more specifically.

And though my words are not elegant, I’m weary of all the complaints and rants about our train and its tracks.

It was here before us, and that is fact.

The Train

Whenever I hear that whistle blow,
That is when for sure I know,
It is the sound of our seaside train,
Coming down the tracks again.

I was a young girl from Idaho,
And it was to White Rock I came.
It is a very long way by train,
And here for many years I have remained.

So many, many things have changed,
But the pier, the rock, the ocean and the tracks are much the same.

Some people want to remove the tracks and trains,
But then our city would not be the same.
Why not make the train a people mover?
Coming from Seattle and Vancouver, like it did once before,
Bringing out-of-towners to our beautiful shore!

Whenever I hear that whistle blow,
I am content to know I was a part of those days so long ago.
Days of frolic and fun at the shore.
Days I will remember forever more.

I came to White Rock in March of 1953 by train from Bonners Ferry, Idaho. I was seven years old.

Velma (Weir) Bartel, Surrey

 

 

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