It was an interesting morning navigating through the changes in Marta Trains and busses to finally arrive at the Atlanta Amtrak Station. It’s a beautiful station, built in old Southern Railway style. Recognizing the station’s brick arches as the bus approached the station, I drifted back to my childhood.
When I was a child, we called it the “Brookwood Station” although its official name was Peachtree Station. We always got off the train at Brookwood when coming for a visit with relatives in Altanta’s Virginia-Highlands area, where my grandparents lived. One of my dad’s two sisters, either Aunt Leo or Aunt Bess, would meet us at Brookwood and drive us back to Virginia-Highlands.
Of course, the station has been upgraded, but its basic appearance and functionality are the same. The station sits above the tracks, with a long flight of stairs (very user un-friendly stairs) leading down to the platform. In my train days of long ago, I would leap those stairs two steps at a time; this morning, I opted for the elevator!
Good luck on the trip, Marty…looks like I won’t be able to say hi when you come through San Jose next week, but make sure to chat up the Station Hosts in Emeryville and in San Jose (you have 12 minutes at San Jose: use ‘em wisely!)