ANGEL
IN THE PARK
It
was a cool, sunny Saturday morning in the spring of 1950. My mother
had driven my younger brother and me to the Lions Club Easter egg
hunt in the city park. My father, as usual was already there helping
his fellow Lions hide the multi-colored eggs for the kids to find and
redeem for “valuable prizes”.
As
we approached the main entrance to the park we discovered that nearly
every other family in town was already in line ahead of us. Even
though the population of town was only around six thousand, this
could amount to a lengthy wait.
Mom
decided to drive around the park and enter from the rear entrance
where she hoped there would be less traffic. Driving to the other
side of the park involved driving one mile west then one mile south
and finally one mile back east. On the south bound leg of the trip it
was necessary to cross the railroad. Even though railroads were not
protected by crossing signals in those days this was not usually a
difficult task.
I
can remember it as clearly as if it were yesterday; Mom pulling up to
the crossing and stopping to look both directions before proceeding
onto the tracks. As we started across the first set of tracks the
engine died and we were stranded. Then, as if from nowhere, a train
appeared, heading directly toward us. Mom was frantic. She was
pumping the clutch, shifting gears and stomping on the starter pedal.
Then
just as suddenly as the train had appeared a car appeared behind us
and began pushing us across the tracks. It was a difficult task. Mom
had apparently left the transmission in gear making it nearly
impossible to push our car. Then with just seconds to spare both cars
cleared the tracks as the locomotive, belching smoke with whistle
screaming, went tearing by. We were safe.
I
remember a face appearing at the car window and a voice asking if
were all okay. My mother, still in a near state of hysteria, tried to
thank him but she was barely able to speak. The car pulled around us
as we sat there while Mom regained her composure. I still remember
seeing a woman and two children in the car as it disappeared down the
road. Finally Mom felt that she had regained enough composure to
drive and when she pushed the starter the engine started instantly.
As
I stated earlier, Union City, Indiana is a very small town. Everyone
knew everyone else. For the rest of her life my mother talked about
that day and how she wished that she could thank that man properly,
but she didn't know who he was.
No
one ever came forward to claim their hero status and no one in town
ever had the slightest idea of who that man could have been. He may
have just been a caring person who saw someone in need and stepped in
to help. To others that may seem to be who he was. But to me he was
an Angel in the Park!
R.D. Bruss
6/19
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