One of my earliest memories is of my mom screaming and running out the back door to pull the cloths off the line when she heard a C&NW steamer approaching the crossing at the end of the block in our home town in Wisconsin. Scared the crap out of me and got me crying hysterically as I had no idea what was going on. She soon had her basket of laundry and came back in to find me in that distraught state. She figured out what had happened and calmed me down. Years later she said that she felt real bad about it and it took some time plus a few cookies to pacify me, but don't remember that.