When my mother asked me to write a story on my trips to Maybrook as a fireman for the Penn Central, I had to give it much thought. It had been more than twenty-nine years since I had been there and I had to dig deep to remember what a trip was like. They were all good ones because I never derailed or had any accidents on any of my trips. Some of the guys you worked with of course were better than others. What I mean by this is more of a personality angle than anything else. Some engineers were quiet and others would talk to you and explain things to you during the trip. Unfortunately some did not like having an “off division man” in the cab.
Read moreChristmas Remembrance
Bob Hughes
1945 – 2020
The Trackside Photographer lost a friend this year. Bob Hughes was an active contributor and enthusiastic supporter. He wrote over a dozen stories for us, and they are among our most popular articles. A former railroader himself, Bob was actively involved with the SONO Switch Tower Museum. He gave generously of his time to help preserve the history of railroading, working with other railroad enthusiasts to restore and preserve valuable collections of railroad photographs.
We are thinking about Bob this Christmas, and thought it appropriate to reprint this story from December, 2016. Enjoy his words and photos, and, if you are so inclined, lift a glass to his memory during the Christmas season. He will be missed.
Read moreIncident At O’Bannon Siding
The Baltimore and Ohio Railroad station in Madeira, Ohio, was a great place to be in 1967. It had five active telegraph wires. One was for Division use among operators and the dispatcher in Chillicothe, Ohio. A few operators and the DS were old ‘lightning slingers’ so the wire did get some use. Two more were long distance company lines.
Read moreA Low Spot Along the Way
One of My First Trips as an AAR Employee
I joined the Association of American Railroads’ (AAR) Research & Test Department in Washington, D.C. just after Christmas, 1977, as an Environmental Specialist. I was thrilled to be there. I grew up in southern New England watching trains on the New Haven and the Boston & Albany, hanging around stations, towers, shops; anywhere there were railroaders working. Back in the late ‘50’s and early 60’s, railroads were wearing out everything: the employees, the track, the equipment, and as fascinating as it was to me, I couldn’t see myself working there. Having chosen to work on environmental problems, I studied water and air pollution in school and worked for a consulting firm for several years. But, after realizing that railroads would need people who could help to deal with their pollution problems, I was fortunate to have been in the right place at the right time.
Read moreWinter was on its way and it was chilly and grey, but the cars were warm and the coffee hot.
Raking Leaves
My house (by choice) is surrounded by trees, some of which I planted, some I just let come up from seed and some, well, they just kinda are “there”. Of course, there are trade-offs to having all these trees and come fall, my work begins. I must pay for my love of trees and this fall was no exception.
It’s a late November day, the trees have finally said, enough is enough, and have shed the last of their leaves. This Sunday morning is quiet and the coffee (all 8 cups!) has kicked in, so it’s high time to get the last raking done. Most of the trees are up behind the house, so I proceed to make three big leaf piles there, before heading to the front to make two more piles of nice dry leaves. Now, out come the leaf bags and I clear the back yard quickly before heading to the front yard and as I do what do I spy but a headlight on the Allegheny River Bridge—an Allegheny Valley Railroad train is making a morning run to the Buffalo and Pittsburgh railroad. There is an advantage to living up on a ridge above the railroad, especially when the leaves fall. This may be worth a couple shots. The weather’s not great, but there’s a train to be had!
Read moreGoing to Chatham
In the second half of the 1960s, I made a number of trips up the New York Central’s Harlem Division to Chatham, New York. Chatham was at the northern end (western end by timetable) of the Harlem Division, where the Harlem met the main line of the Boston & Albany Railroad. It was well over a hundred miles north of home, so these trips were adventures for a kid in his early teens.
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