It seemed like such a normal Saturday – at first.
I had just returned from a quick trip to town. The kids were all doing their regular Saturday work. Jan was in the workshop. I was standing in my bedroom talking to my sister on the phone when I heard it.
A train horn.
It was so close it sounded like a diesel engine was running through my living room!
My mind raced. We were at least 45 minutes from the nearest still-working railroad. The tracks in the nearest towns had long since been pulled up and bike trails developed.
What in the world could it be?
The sound died as quickly as it started.
I shook my head and tried again to concentrate on what my sister was saying.
Later, as I was walking down the stairs it started again. I rushed into the kitchen and asked the Angel Girl if she heard it too.
“Oh yeah – it’s been doing that all morning long. We can’t figure it out!”
Again the horn ended but at least now I knew that I wasn’t the only one hearing things.
I pulled on my shoes and went out to the shop to see Jan.
“Did you hear that sound? Where is that coming from?”
He smiled, “The Amish kids must have gotten hold of a train horn somewhere. They’re probably blowing it using an air compressor.”
The horn sounded again.
“That is so annoying!” I said.
Jan smiled again – a little sheepishly this time.
“You know,” he said, “I have that old semi horn in the back building.”
I grinned. “Let’s find it!”
By the time their horn ended – we were ready with an answering one.
Honk Honk Honk Honk!
Honk Honk Honk Honk
Honk Honk Honk Honk
And the Great Horn Battle of Middlefork Township continues!
Train photo by Dan Hershman. Semi photo by PRA.
5 thoughts on “The Great Horn Battle of Middlefork Township”
So mature 🙂
Oh that is so funny! how long did your horn battle last? Who stopped first? hee hee
Oh how funny! Thanks for stopping by This Farm Family’s Life!
I can see visions of a new “chow time” call at our Prairie get-together!