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!