Books Within Books: Resurrecting Wright The Second Pass

NEW:  Essays from AMW's files.
TRAIN WATCHING AT WEST FALMOUTH

When I was child in the 1920’s and 1930’s I went every summer to my grandmother’s house in West Falmouth on Cape Cod. We left New York by the Fall River Line and completed the journey by car or by train depending on whether we had a car that year or not. One of my great pleasures in those summers was watching the trains on the single track branch line of the New Haven that stopped at West Falmouth on its way to Woods Hole from Boston. It was an ideal small time railroad operation with stations three to four miles apart and just enough trains to make it interesting.

The place was wonderful for a child’s vacation: the beach, the house in the woods, the pretty village, the exciting larger villages of Falmouth and Woods Hole not far off. But the focus of my pleasure was the trains.