the railroad earth of Lost New London…

On this page we will be carried through that portal to the beyond called the railroad. We‘ll briefly look at it‘s slow development along the Thames River through the back-breaking work of immigrant hands, the horse and wagon, the early days of steam power that carved and piled from God‘s green earth the graceful curves, the grades and embankments that made this newest means of transport the most comfortable, the most affordable, and the quickest way of getting from an A to a B somewhere beyond the horizon.

This is not Jack Kerouac’s Canuck-powered milltown of Lowell, not the alley of San Francisco with it’s near incessant clattering chatter of flanged wheels pounding jointed rail. This is the end of Fourth Street, of Tenth, John and Douglass, the backside of Harrison, Potter and North Bank. And while there was little of the beat poet’s automatic script put to paper, there was plenty of automatic living being played out in the streets and on the tracks of Lost New London.

to be continued…