I was one man and I tackled a big railroad. I did the best I could.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Most men who have really lived have had, in some share, their great adventure. This railway is mine.
I could go back to the railroad. I liked that job.
I had a great job with the railroad, a good salary.
My father was a railroad man his entire life; 43 years for Southern Railroad.
I ran track in high school. I was a fragile young man, personally and physically. I tried football. That didn't work out; I broke my collarbone. But I always loved running.
I loved to hit with men on base and with the game on the line.
Now, being a girl, I was ashamed of my body and my lack of strength. So I tried to be a man. I shot, rode, jumped, and took part in all the fights of the boys.
Playing hockey, there were a lot of guys bigger than me, so I knew I was going to get hit and have to deal with it. Gotta hit back.
I was a wild kid. I was left to climb trees. And you know those railways logs, they piled them up, six feet apart, and I'd jump from one to the other. Without a safety net! I was an incredible tomboy.
I was small but slow as a college tackle.