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The Nostalgia Train
by Maggie O Malley and shalimar
After we tried some of the normal rides in the amusement park Eric and I
saw a ride called the Nostalgia Train and were curious what it was all
about, so we went to the information booth connected to it and found
out.
"You actually go back in time," the youth at the desk said. "You can
even go to a different place. For example if you wanted to see one of
the Black Sox games in 1919 we could have you ride the train to Chicago.
Although we are here on the East Coast it would only take a few minutes
and when you get there you would be wearing the clothes and riding a
train of that time. Also you can be anyone or any age you want. Do you
have an idea of where and when you want to go?"
"We were just curious," Eric explained. "We need to discuss our
choices. Do you recommend anything?"
"One of the most popular destinations is going back to the US near the
beginning of World War Two. Many people feel that it was an exciting
time and want to experience it."
We looked at each other and nodded before I said, "That sounds great."
"Do you want to be men, women or one of each?"
"You can do that?" Eric asked.
"Of course. We use magic."
Curious, I asked, "If we decided to be women how real WOULD we be?"
"Completely. If you decided to stay back there you could possibly come
back here tomorrow as great grandmothers. We do recommend that you stay
back there a short time say ... a week at the most."
Eric asked, "Why is that?"
"To see if you like it. If you didn't you would know that your time
back then will eventually be over."
I pulled Eric aside and told him that I wanted to see what it was like
to be a girl.
"I'm no fag," he replied.
"Didn't you ever want to know what it is like to be a girl?"
"No."
"Come on," I insisted. "It'll be fun. We could do it for a little
while."
"All right, but only for a day or two."
"OK," we spoke together when we got back to the barker, "We'll do it."
"Just uses two of the computers here and fill out the information. When
you finish I'll give you each a copy. If you need to we'll make
changes. When you're satisfied we'll get you on the train."
"That's it?" I asked.
"That's it."
We finished our information and another worker checked it with us.
Finally we got things right.
After our information was confirmed she told us, "Go through the door
under the ENTER sign. Everything will be taken care of when you enter."
The first thing I knew after the door closed, I was standing on the
train platform next to this really cool, 'that's a weird word,' really
beautiful building called, Union Station in Indianapolis. The station
and platform were just full of people going to or meeting people from
all these neat places. Yet Alice wasn't with me. Alice? My friend's
name is Eric! He, no she is an eighteen-year-old girl just like ... me?
I look down and see MY breasts and the dress I'm wearing, and faint.
I felt like I'm on my back and there are a couple of women trying to
help me up. 'Gosh they are dressed so keen. Keen?' I noticed right
off they were dressed in a 1940's look, I mean right down to the hat and
the seam up the back of their hose. The ladies told me I just suddenly
fainted and that it was probably the heat or something, and it was hot
in there come to think of it. The air conditioner had been on when I
walked in. I was so sure of it but I must have been wrong because it
certainly was warm, and when I looked up at the ceiling there were these
big round circular fans slowly moving hot air. I guess the air
conditioner was never installed in this Union Station. 'Union Station?'
Feeling much more awake, but not sure exactly what had happened, I told
the ladies I was alright and thanked them for lending a hand. I
remember smiling big, because my voice sounded really high and sweet
sort of like a young woman's. Then I remembered I was a girl now. I
even remembered being a little girl dressed all pretty with her little
hat and gloves, holding mummy's hand, chattering away and fussing
because she can't see daddy's window on the train because she's too
short and there are too many people.
And then finally, daddy was in front of me and he gave mommy a hug and
kiss before he picked me up, gave me a kiss and asked, "Was my pumpkin a
good girl while I was away?"
I gave my father a hug and kiss then said, "Yes, daddy."
I held daddy's hand while he had his other arm around mommy as we walked
back to the car that Uncle Julius drove us in. After we got back and
daddy unpacked. Daddy gave mommy a beautiful necklace and I got this
really pretty doll to play with.
I realized then I really had to hurry or you would be coming in with no
one to greet you and I took one final quick glance into the mirror
before I prepared to make a mad dash lobbyward but I nearly fainted
again. The image that greeted me surprised me for a moment. I thought
it was someone else's reflection because it just couldn't be mine but I
was all alone and there was no denying it. I too had come to that
nostalgic train station because I was dressed very much like the ladies
I seen moments earlier. Gone was the outfit I'd just spent my last two
dollars on at the Woolworth's store 'Woolworth's?' that had replaced by
an emerald green blouse and skirt combo that I swear I'd seen Rita
Hayworth wearing the night before on Turner Classic Movies. I mean I
had it all right down to the hat, the gloves and those silk stockings
whose seam I had straight as an arrow. Was it Channel #5 I smelled?
Well, at least that hadn't changed, but everything else sure had. 'How
would I know it was Chanel #5 or any other perfume?'
And the biggest change was the package poured into that gorgeous outfit.
I was young, barely out of my teens, if that much, and I was pretty, oh
maybe not pin up pretty like those magazine pictures our boys at the
front always moon over, but just sort of the nice good looking girl-
next-door kind of pretty like you see from a young girl working at the
five and dime or just sitting at the soda fountain at the drug store and
having a sandwich.
'Drug store soda fountains? Five and Dime? Boys at the front? Geeez
Louise! I really must be getting into the spirit of the thing, although
I knew we sadly have a front where our boys and girls too? Is that
right, GIRLS? were now fighting' but for some reason I just couldn't
seem to remember where. All I was able to think about were my friends
in England and all those bombs and listening to the radio and wondering
when will this all end and when will our boys come home.
I shook my head trying to get back to the 21st century, but all I saw
was a head full of beautiful auburn soft curls and big green eyes and a
body that poured into that dress like it was designed to be worn only by
me.
My God! Speak of old movies. I looked so much like a young Ingrid
Bergman with red hair it's unbelievable. I almost expected Humphrey
Bogart to come walking through that door and then I giggled as it was
hard to picture Humphrey Bogart walking into the ladies room at the
train station. Would have killed his image, wouldn't you say?
I spun, I twirled, and all I got is dizzier, but the reflection never
changed. After a bit I didn't even think it should.
I mean, 'Why should it change you silly kid? It is YOUR reflection
isn't it? It is the outfit you've been saving up to wear with the money
you earned working at the movie theatre.'
I knew it was all true, right down to all those movies I watched while
pushing popcorn and candy. I also knew something else. I knew I was
going to be late to meet my special friend so without another thought I
finally bolted from the ladies room.
The scene outside had changed dramatically but I was no longer sure
exactly how. It was more of a funny feeling but I didn't have time for
nonsense and just made my way through the crowd of people. Oh, so many
people, all coming and going from this big beautiful Union Station.
There were so many kinds of people here. Soldiers coming home on leave.
'Oh I wish they didn't have to go back' and more soldiers leaving family
and friends as they returned to the front and oh I pray they come back
safe. There were husbands, wives, children, hugging, laughing, crying,
waving, oh what a wonderfully chaotic mess it all seemed. Over by the
big beautiful doors were the cab drivers shuttling people to and from
the station in those beautiful old cabs.
'Old? How could they have been old? Why daddy has a new Studebaker
almost like one of those cabs only his isn't yellow.'
Steam, steam, and more steam and whistles, and porters, and people, and
the conductor poured off another train, adding to the confusion. I
looked up at the board to find when your train came in from California
when I heard a man call out that yours "...WILL BE ARRIVING AT GATE
NUMBER FIVE."
'Is that Glen Miller playing? I didn't know they had a jukebox over at
the soda fountain. Daddy doesn't think much of Bennie Goodman, Glen
Miller or any kind of swing music but I think it's hot! I can't wait
till I see you! Maybe you can show me all those fancy dance steps they
do in California. Then we can go out and have dinner. Definitely
something better than Burger King.
'Burger what? Where did I get THAT from? Maybe I did fall harder than
I thought in the ladies room. I know for a fact that I wanted us to go
to Momma Iriana's Italian Restaurant. Momma's got the best spaghetti in
town and the best looking waiters too.'
I smiled thinking about those boys.
'Darn these heels ... and all these people I will never get to the
platform in time. Henry Fonda! Is that Clark Gable? Sigh! Of course
it isn't. It never is, but a girl's gotta hope, doesn't she?'
Just as I made the platform and scanned the cars, I finally saw you. I
was so happy and I started jumping up and down trying to make my short
self visible in a sea of giant soldiers trying to push past me. 'Owww!
That pinch was on purpose.'
I saw her holding her bags and looking around before she saw me!
Finally a handsome Navy man in his dress whites loaned me a hand and
helped me push through the crowd, finally getting a clear path to her.
Humphrey Bogart? No, but oh so close. I sighed.
With nothing but ten feet of empty platform between us we closed the
distance quickly, jumping into each other's arms.
"Ida!" she screamed as I screamed, "Alice!"
We hugged and cried and jumped for joy like the two pretty young nicely
dressed women that are young working girls we truly are. She looked so
wonderful in that beautiful dress, having a bit of Southern California
color.
"I've missed you so much since your folks moved out there, and now my
best friend is home again. It will be just like old times. I was so
happy when your folks talked to my folks and decided to let you come
back here and work with me here in Indiana. I still don't think the
Japanese are going to bomb Southern California like they did Pearl
Harbor, but if your folks think you being back here with me and my folks
keeps you safer during war time, I sure ain't complaining."
"Neither am I. I just want to be with you again Ida. I think I'll work
in one of the ammunition plants nearby. Can you imagine me? Rosie the
Riveter? Now I hope we can have some fun while we're here."
We hugged even more as we both started chattering at once, making us
giggle. The Navy boy who'd helped me get through the crowd walked back
towards us with an Army boy. I looked at Alice at the same time she
looked at me.
We said together, "Humphrey Bogart and Clark Gable," before giggling.
When they finally reached us Navy asked, "Hi, remember me? I'm William
Jones and this is my friend, John. We're home on leave for a few days
before we have to go back to our units. Would you ladies like to join
us at the USO dance tonight?"
Alice and I looked at each other, smiled and nodded our heads.
"We'll have to ask my parents," I informed Bill as I put my hand in his.
"Mama and daddy are in our Studebaker out at the curb. If you ask them,
I'm sure they'll let us."
"Forgive my friend's manners," Alice told John while we walked towards
daddy's car. "I'm Alice, and this is Ida."
I listened to Bill talk as we walked. By the time we reached Daddy's
car I had involuntarily given Bill a hand signal to intertwine our
fingers.
"Mama, daddy, this is Bill and his friend, John."
John asked, "May we take your daughter and her friend to the USO dance
tonight?"
"Well," daddy dawdled. "Could you have them home by ten?"
"Daddy!"
"OK." We promise." Bill agreed. "May we have your address, directions
and if you have one, a phone number?"
When Daddy pulled out a paper and pencil, Bill kissed me! It was great,
so sensuous. When it was finally over I sighed. I felt like a deer
caught in headlights, and all I wanted to do was stare at my Navy man.
They left for their homes near Union Station.
We finally put Alice's suitcase into the trunk and got into the back
seats. Daddy was driving home when Alice asked me, "Were you as taken
by Bill as I was with John?"
"Oh, yess," I sighed. "He's dreamy! And before we go out with them
tonight I have to play my new Glenn Miller and Bennie Goodman records.
I think we're going to drive my parents wild!"
While we were playing the records we discussed what to wear to that USO
social. I decided on a dreamy red dress that showed my cleavage nicely.
I was going to wear some Bobbie sox and flats. We looked at Alice's
wardrobe and decided that nothing she had was good enough so I lent her
my blue dress that fit her perfectly. With her Bobbie sox and shoes
she'd be the bell of the ball if it weren't for me. We both took baths
and were nearly dressed when our soldier boys knocked on the door.
"We're going to be late," we said in unison then giggled.
We put on our finishing touches, including perfume before walking down
the stairs to the living room.
"WOW!" John exclaimed. "You girls are beautiful!"
"I'd say!" was all that Bill could manage.
Bill drove us near the dance hall. We had sandwiches at the drugstore
then we walked to the dance. We cut a rug to most of the hip hop music.
Sometimes we caught our breath and talked. What I liked most was being
held close during the slow dances. I didn't want the evening to end,
but when it was nearly ten, Bill told me that he had to take us home.
"Can't you take us home later?"
"I want you to stay, too, but I want to see you again, and I don't need
to mess things up by getting you home late, just in case your father's a
fuddy-duddy. Look at the bright side. You'll be in my dreams."
"And you'll be in mine."
"Could I see you again, maybe tomorrow afternoon?"
"I think daddy won't mind."
We walked to the car and they took us home. On the porch we kissed
again. I needed that kiss to last me the whole night. After I told
daddy that Bill wanted to see me the next day Alice and I talked until
midnight when sleep finally caught up with us.
Bill and John came and took us on a walk in the park. After we went to
Newberry's and had a soda. It was nice to see that the Navy hadn't made
Bill a city slicker. I wouldn't mind being cozy with him for the rest
of my life. Am I falling in love with him?
The next day was the saddest of my life. The leave Bill and John had
was ending. Daddy took Alice and me to pick them up to take them to the
station, the same Union Station we met them. I put on a brave face, but
there was an ache in my heart. We walked with our soldier boys to the
steps of the train. We were crying, wishing they could stay and not go
to war. I noticed that Alice and John were talking.
"Write to me every day," Bill asked me.
"Only if you do the same."
Bill and John gave us kisses before climbing the steps into the car. We
cried and waved as we watched the train leave the station. Finally we
needed to fix our makeup and those darn hose seams again before meeting
momma and daddy out at the curb.
"That was amazing," Eric remarked. I actually felt like I was a girl.
It wasn't just the physical aspects, although they seemed real. I had
the emotions of a young woman."
"It did seem real," I admitted.
"Everything was props, even our boyfriends."
"Actually, you were really back in Indiana during the war. Everyone was
real," replied the young woman at the booth who overheard our
conversation.
"What happened to Bill and John?" I asked.
"What were their full names?" she asked.
A few seconds after she typed the information we had on the boys, "They
survived the war and lived for about another fifty years. They never
married."
"We have to go back," I insisted.
"Why?"
"They loved us. They needed us. They missed us. Isn't that enough?"
"I don't want to be a girl."
"I'm going back and I need my best friend. Besides, I think there is
someone watching us to make sure we do go back."
"Are you sure?"
"Look into your heart."
He frowned then nodded.
"Come," I suggested as I held his hand and pulled him back towards the
entrance.
On a nearby bench, a woman in her eighties was watching the young men
reenter the Nostalgia Train. She had been sitting there almost the
entire day.
A young woman interrupted the ancient lady. "Grandma."
Grandma quickly looked up. "Jennifer, you startled me."
"Grandma Ida, you insisted we come here to the amusement park today, and
all you did was sit here and watch that Nostalgia Train ride from the
outside."
"I was remembering your Grandma Alice. Did you know we've been friends
since we were little kids?"
"Yes, grandma."
"Today she did something for me that made us happy."
Ida struggled to get up onto her walker. "That's including your
grandfathers."
"But she died a year ago," replied Jennifer, watching her grandmother
struggle. "How could she do something for you today?"
Jennifer wasn't a cruel girl. She knew her grandmother needed to get up
on her own, but she was nearby in case Ida couldn't make it.
"I know, but she did it today, right there."
Jennifer didn't know whether she should believe her grandmother or chalk
it up to senility as they walked to the car so she could take Ida home.
Huggles and love from the forties. Just a lil kitten tale for you from
Little Kids Kamp.
Love Maggie the kitten and her mother, Shelly Johnson, aka shalimar.
We thank Holly Logan for her editing assistance.
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