When we first moved to Dallas, we lived for about six months in an apartment. I had been looking for a place for the family every chance I could but I had not found anything. We were having trouble selling the house in Uvalde and Charlotte was tired of waiting for it to sell.
I really started looking and one evening, about dark, I went out to see an apartment that seemed to be fairly priced. It looked good so I gave them an earnest money deposit and headed back to the office because I was working nights as well as during the day. That weekend I headed to Uvalde with a U-haul to get Charlotte and the children.
We moved into the apartment and began unpacking. The first night about 6 pm there was the loudest noise you could imagine. It shattered our ears. Susie was crying and the boys were holding their ears. The building began to shake, all the dishes were rattling and I ran to the door. When I looked out I found the answer. A freight train was rumbling past on tracks about 25 feet from our back door. We were just far enough from the Gaston Avenue crossing that our back door was just where the train started blowing its horn.
Charlotte could not believe I had rented an apartment right on the railroad track.
We did get used to it, however, and we had a lot of fun with guests. We would not tell them and when the dishes started jumping and the pictures on the wall got crooked, the kids would giggle and look at one another, waiting for that blast on the horn. We would go on talking as if nothing unusual was happening. Our guests would look at one another and appear a little apprehensive. I think the kids thought that we had to pay extra to have a real live train in our back yard.
We finally sold the Uvalde house on March 24, 1956, Charlotte’s birthday. To understand how bad the market was our house was the ONLY house to sell in the entire city of Uvalde for that first quarter of 1956! We, of course, lost money on the sale.