THE TRAIN OF THE DAY...
By Bernard Bujold When I was growing up in the Gaspé, a train passed through my village twice daily. My childhood neighbors and I often played in the freight cars parked at the little country station.
To this day, whenever I see a locomotive, I have warm memories of my childhood games...
By Bernard Bujold When I was growing up in the Gaspé, a train passed through my village twice daily. My childhood neighbors and I often played in the freight cars parked at the little country station.
To this day, whenever I see a locomotive, I have warm memories of my childhood games...
