Growing up, I lived on the wrong side of the tracks; worse...we were actually situated between the two sets of railroad tracks that bisect downtown Kent. Every night, I'd hear the 1:13, 2:45, and 3;58 freight trains pass along the tracks a couple blocks away.
It felt so lonely being awake in the early morning, hearing that mournful distant horn become a deep throaty scream as it thundered by the railroad crossings throughout town.
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Hello,
I have enjoyed browsing your website this morning. I came here researching my great-grandfather Harry Hebb, and I wondered if your family might have known his. He, his wife Mary and their 5 children lived on a farm in Auburn in the early 1940's. Harry worked at the Libby plant in Kent, to which he traveled to and from every day on a burro named Clementine during the war years.
I realize it's a reach, but if any of that rings a bell, do please reply.
Thank you,
Jenny Bockoff
Los Angeles
Hi Jenny! I do not remember any Hebbs in Kent when I was growing up (I was born in '53). I used to live by that Libby's plant (the neighborhood smelled like sauerkraut in late summer). I can't believe he rode a burro from auburn! That had to take hours!
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