A town that crawled now stands erect.

And we whose backs were bent above the puddling hearths know how it got its spine.

A mossy town of wood and stone changed in my generation to a towering city of glittering glass and steel.

"All of which"-- I can say in the words of the poet--"all of which I saw and part of which I was." The train that was taking us to Ohio was an Erie local, and the stops were so numerous that we thought we should never get there.

A man on the train bought ginger bread and pop and gave us kids a treat.