The Old Mule

A view from my back porch…

  When train travel was once a main part of our society its hard to remember those times among the speeding cars out on the roadways of this land today. Although I sat and pondered the sounds of locomotives pulling into the train depot thinking of passengers getting on and off moving slowly along the rails of the south. It was like I could still smell a faint coal fire in the annuals of time among the modern day grind of what now might be considered a sleepy little town. Yesterday I found myself at the old depot in Shellman, Ga. Where I`m sure was once a busy place. Even the remnants of freight such as grains were loaded and unloaded making this town a hub for local trade yielding its part to the economy for a unknown duration of time before the mechanized machines of a distant world would take away the grand prize of this south Georgia town. I suppose even us will one day be replaced by yet another in some shape or form lending its on good or bad to daily sights in towns all over America. For now my mind will stay as long as I can make it along side the tracks of yesterday where I find the most joy for living in today………..Dan