McAdam Railway Station #12
“Put your fingertips on the rail,
see if you can feel its pulsing beat.
No heart rail rhythm now. No tremble.
Put your ear on cold metal:
nothing but silence. No murmur,
however distant. Black fly whine.
No-see-ums flit. The train track’s
buzz of harmony is lost and gone,
replaced by careless nature. Listen
to the wind whistling in the woods,
hark to spring sounds, so subtle,
grass growing, rust accumulating,
sleepers turning over in their graves,
silent, rotting beneath forgotten rails.”
Comment: Nothing so lonely as an abandoned railway track, rusting beneath snow and rain, the wooden sleepers rotting into oblivion. That said, the Southern New Brunswick Railway still carries freight trains through McAdam, and it is the railway station that suffered, with the loss of passenger traffic, rather than the rails themselves. What a pleasure, incidentally, to hear the hoot of the approaching diesel, to count the wagons as the train came to a halt outside the station. Then came the joy of watching the engine separate wagons from the main train, shunt them into sidings, return, and take the freight train, slow at first, but rapidly gathering speed, out of the station and away into the distance. Such memories. So many ghost trains riding those rails. So many ghosts bewitching the windmills of the child’s mind that still inhabits the ageing brain.