These are true stories about my father’s experiences working on the Railroad for 31 years. I hope that you enjoy them as much as I do.
Lady G 😘💋
There is a creek running under the railroad track in a rural section of the mainline between two major cities in Georgia.
My train crossed the bridge over this creek on trips to and from these cities–usually in the dark of night.
At a certain time of year, fireflies would gather, in numbers too many to count, from the surface of the creek, up to, and above the trees lining either side of the creek’s banks. These wondrous creatures were so closely compacted that they illuminated the entire area in a way that resembled a spectacular show of lights.
On nights, during the time of year for the fireflies, our crew would, on approaching the bridge, slow the train down and dim the engine headlights in order to observe this spectacular scene. We were well aware that we were among only a few who would ever be lucky enough to witness this beautiful and natural phenomenon.
Over the years, I would fondly recall and ponder the meaning of this experience.
I concluded that every firefly represents the birth of a new soul that is beginning life on earth.
Usually, that soul arrives in our midst, finds a mate, lives its life here on Earth and then departs.
Southern folklore has it that each soul that once resided on earth is represented by a star in the heavens. I believe that a flickering star is sending a heavenly signal to its earthly mate about its new location.
In essence, it is an invitation for both of them to reunite and spend eternity together.
Admittedly, I can’t be sure that my belief is true; but, it definitely seems likely because the firefly show took place at Spirit Creek.
I don’t know about y’all but I believe that my Daddy could be right!
At least I’d like to think so anyway.