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I grew up in Evanston, IL. We moved there from Chicago in time to celebrate my 6th birthday in our new home on Asbury Avenue. My mother never learned to drive, so public transportation, especially the trains, played a big part in getting back and forth to Chicago. In writing my new novel, Facing East, I drew heavily upon my memories of times when I rode the EL sitting beside her. The following passage proves the point.
It was seven o’clock by the time Katherine got off the train at Davis Street. She followed a mother and her little girl down the steps from the platform to the street below. It seemed long ago now, but Katherine thought of snuggling close to her own mother, head resting against the curly lamb coat she wore as they rode the train home from the city. Would this child in front of her, who held tight to her mother with one hand, and the stair railing with the other, remember this day? Years from now, all grown up, would she step off another train and miss her mother as Katherine missed hers? More than likely this little girl’s memory of today would slip away, not intentionally brushed aside, but in order to make room for the life that stretched ahead of her.