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Lincoln Special

Lincoln Special Abraham Lincoln’s Funeral Train
Ma, pa, and I dressed in our Sunday outfit, excited for the “Lincoln Special” to come up the track as we stand at the train depot. After departing Washington, D.C., on April 21, 1865, the black-draped train bearing President Abraham Lincoln’s coffin, spent nearly two weeks winding its way through 180 cities and seven states before reaching the assassinated president’s burial site in his hometown of Springfield, Illinois. Buck boards and horses with their riders running by dust clouds form, covering everything with dust, I sigh. Making us use our handkerchiefs as we cough and pace beads of perspiration causing tiny streams down my brow and face leaving thin streaks in the brown dust. A great swell of the blackest charcoal smoke billowing smokestack, whistle blowing steel wheels against the rail cause a braking, screeching, vibrating sound; locomotive coming up the rail into view, like a charging black rhino. A massive moving machine, carrying Abraham Lincoln, a fantastic sight to take in. Many made the journey to pay their respects. “Lincoln Special” also served as a publicity boon for George Pullman, who lent the use of his new, luxurious sleeping cars for the comfort of passengers traveling from Chicago to Springfield after Lincoln’s burial, orders took off for Pullman’s sleepers, which featured polished black walnut interiors, chandeliers and marble washstands and made overnight travel much more enticing for passengers. 11/9/2021 Railroads, A Historical Glance Back Poetry Contest Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
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Krutsinger Avatar
November 22, 2021 at 12:01 AM
Fantastic piece of history; you have schooled me and I appreciate it.
Jones Avatar
November 16, 2021 at 12:48 PM
What an informative write! Great job penning this winner!
Roper Avatar
November 17, 2021 at 8:20 PM
Thank you, Karen, for the encouraging compliment. Eve
Alex Avatar
November 16, 2021 at 5:57 AM
Beautiful pictures and great narration. Congratulations!
Roper Avatar
November 17, 2021 at 8:21 PM
Thank you, Christuraj, for the encouraging compliment. Hugs eve
Proxenos Avatar
November 12, 2021 at 5:44 AM
Isn't it strange that some people use a sad occasion to make money from, no doubt George Pullman saw the gap, and charged ahead. Your poem is so interesting Evie, I don't know too much about America's history, although obviously I know who he was, and some of the highlights of his life, but it seems his death became a memory to remember for many. So well penned my friend. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
Roper Avatar
November 17, 2021 at 8:24 PM
Hello sweetie, you are always so encouraging.... Thank you,, Yes, you are right. Money seems to take priority . Hugs dear friend
Buhagiar Avatar
November 10, 2021 at 8:56 AM
He deserved the highest honour. Well written Eve. Hugs.
Roper Avatar
November 17, 2021 at 8:25 PM
Thank you, Victor, for the encouraging compliment. Yes, he does deserved the highest honor; one of our greatest president. Hugs Eve
Hankins Avatar
November 10, 2021 at 7:55 AM
This is an accurate depiction of the train which bore Lincoln's remains to their resting place in Springfield, Missouri. Nice job, Eve. Well-written.
Roper Avatar
November 17, 2021 at 8:26 PM
Thank you, Milton, for the encouraging compliment. Hugs Eve
Mcintosh Avatar
November 10, 2021 at 7:51 AM
Wonderful. I hadn't ever heard of this that I recall. A interesting and insightful tale. Love it. God bless you always. Love, Gina
Roper Avatar
November 17, 2021 at 8:26 PM
Thank you, Regina, for the encouraging compliment. Bless you
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