Betty,
Do I ever hear ya? In my youth, as a 6yr old ( immigrant child) in Escanaba MI.,we lived about a mile from some tracks and a crossing complete with that swinging bell/light signal. Somehow, although it woke me from my slumber, it was soothing to hear that bell and a certain sequence of train whistle/horn. It has stayed with me since . I LOVE the smell of a train station and creasote. Call me whatever but dats da trut.

Mark