Cynthia Baldwin's Memories
Connections through Time on the Great Northern
If memories are a tapestry, mine of Humboldt would be filled with yarns of many characters and colors, some long and bright, many cut short, and some where the yarn has grown stronger with the years. Like Linus, my woven blanket of memories keeps me safe when I have felt too alone and disconnected.
One summer (1967) I was invited to attend a
music camp at the
I thanked him, but could hardly believe it. My dad and aunts went to U of M in the late 30s and early 40s--more than 25 years earlier! Grandpa Phil had been the head customs inspector at Noyes for many years, but I hadn't realized the extent and longevity of his friendships.
A touring European foosball team had gotten
on the train in
Later the conductor paused for a visit and asked what I was studying. I told him I wasn't really starting full time until the following year and I hadn't really made up my mind. He said I would do fine, not to worry. He handed me a little blanket and told me he would wake me when we got to Hallock, which he did. Then, as promised, he had the train stop at the gravel crossing in front of my house in the middle of nowhere! He helped me out, handed me my bag, and sent his good wishes to my family. I was so touched by his care that I shook his hand and thanked him.
I felt truly like a part of a larger tapestry of life, woven over generations, belonging still to my grandfather's generation, connected.
y like a part of a larger tapestry of life, woven over generations, belonging still to my grandfather's generation, connected.