Column brought to mind riding train to college in '70 with dadNov 15, 2013 Violet Fleming, Riverton
I have clipped out and saved Steve Peck's column from Oct. 18 about driving with his 20-year-old son to college back east.
When I went to college in another state in 1970, my dad came along to help me get settled. That was on a train, and I remember all the things we say together as the train went along.
When we got to school, the thing that sticks with me all these years later is my dad helping me carry my big trunk, full of everything I owned. It is one of my fondest memories of college (which I never really "took to" all that well).
I lost my father only a few years later and am so glad we had that train ride together. It was the first time I had ever ridden a train.
In Mr. Peck's column, I especially like the part about taking a detour to see the Cathedral of the Plains in Kansas and how it was as big as a grain elevator. He wrote: "Only the gray grain elevators in the distance could compare -- they, like it, sacred to the Kansas faithful."
I found it to be a lovely description in a lovely column that clearly meant a lot to him. I hope one day his son will look back on the things his dad wrote about their time together in some very precious years.