Best Job in the World

In 1946, the United States Railroad system had about 3,950 interlocking systems and signal towers in service throughout the country. Almost every one was manned 24/7, and had one operator or more to handle the traffic.

1946 Towers – by Dick Carpenter

Towers were a critical part of railroading’s infrastructure. Most readers of The Trackside Photographer had favorite towers on their local railroads, and often befriended the operators if they were lucky enough to be invited “upstairs” to see the machine’s operation, listen to railroad stories, and of course watch some trains. A number of us who learned about Towers this way eventually became Tower Operators. One of them was me.

Robert Hughes at machine

My earliest railroad memory was of my grandfather walking me to a bridge over the New York, New Haven, & Hartford Railroad. I was four years old, but I can still remember reaching the bridge and peering through the chain link fence in anticipation of seeing a headlight, which usually belonged to a short local train on the outside track. If I waved, the engineer almost always blew the whistle! Sometimes I got lucky, and delighted in spotting an express on the inside track appear in the distance, pulled by a classic New Haven green and gold electric engine. Next stop 125th Street, then Grand Central Terminal.

Photo by TJ Donahue

Fast forward to high school and countless trips on the New Haven to Manhattan, which always filled me with eager anticipation of another train ride. I would stay glued to the window, watching the stations and towers fly by. I soon learned where all the towers were, and set a goal of one day working as a New Haven towerman.

After several summers commuting to clerical jobs in New York, I became friends with several NH crew-members. One asked me, “If you’re so interested in trains, why don’t you get a job on the railroad”. Eureka!

New Haven employees with me

The summer of 1967 was a very good year. The railroad was hiring, and I landed a relief ticket clerk’s job at Stamford, the New Haven’s busiest station. I worked vacation relief for the regular ticket clerks, made more money than ever, and got a foot in the door with the railroad. Before returning for senior year at college, the Ticket Agent gave me the New Haven’s Book of Rules, with orders to memorize it during senior year. And so I did.

Our pay was $2.65 per hour, with extra $0.02 to operate the circuit panel controlling the 11,000 volt energized electric wire catenary. That was a lot of money at the time.

Two days after graduation in June 1968, and almost exactly 50 years ago, I reported to the Dispatcher’s office in New Haven, where I announced I was ready for the Book of Rules exam—on my first day. This earned me several over-the-eyeglasses smirks and comments. But, I HAD memorized the Rule Book, and so I aced the test.

Rules Card

The next day I reported to Stamford Tower for “posting” first trick, with eighty-eight trains between seven a.m. and three p.m. Stamford was the terminal for the local commuter trains, and an important stop for express trains to New York, Washington, New Haven, Providence and Boston. The single track, manual block, New Canaan Branch provided variety, with yard tracks mixed in to the four track electrified main line. Stamford Signal Station (S.S.) #38’s fifty-six lever interlocking machine, built in the 1910’s, worked as smoothly as the day it was new, and enabled us to move the trains safely, and on time.

Stamford machine

The next Tower to the east was S.S. 44, South Norwalk, built in the 1880’s. S.S 44’s interlocking machine was a sixty-eight lever “Armstrong” machine. The three-story tower building is built very close to Track 4. In addition to the four track electrified main line, the Norwalk operator handled manual block Danbury branch trains, the locking controls for S.S. 45, the four track swing drawbridge over the Norwalk River, and train orders and instructions issued by two dispatchers; one for the west end between Norwalk and Mt. Vernon, and another for trains between Norwalk and New Haven, and the Danbury Branch. Our pay was $2.65 per hour, with extra $0.02 to operate the circuit panel controlling the 11,000 volt energized electric wire catenary. That was a lot of money at the time.

Norwalk, Connecticut
Norwalk, Connecticut

My regular job was the Stamford/Norwalk relief, covering days off for the operators at both towers. For the new kid this provided a lot of variety and chance to learn. Most days were familiar, routine, and with the trains mostly on time. Weather always provided excitement, with summer heat waves, thunderstorms, hurricanes, winter blizzards, and dreaded ice storms to deal with.

During my years as a towerman, most days were uneventful. One exception was an August evening in 1969, when a head-on collision on the New Canaan Branch killed three NH employees and a trespasser riding with the engineer. The cause was a train order meet the engineer forgot.

Wrecked MU cars following the 1969 head-on illustrate the consequences of things gone wrong

The Rule Book had been “written in blood”, but if you followed the rules to the letter, you were fine.

By the mid 1970’s major change was imminent. All stations had new high level platforms installed. The original catenary wires were upgraded to a new high speed design. The signal system was entirely overhauled with modern cab signaling, new switches and interlockings, and the inevitable closings of the towers as signal operations were centralized in New York at Grand Central Terminal.

Signal Station 44, Norwalk tower, remained operational until the 1980’s. After being retired and scheduled for demolition, the local Western Connecticut Chapter of the National Railway Historical Society (NRHS) decided to rescue, repair, and restore the building and interlocking machine. Happily, Metro North, the City of Norwalk, and State of Connecticut were all supportive of the historical restoration.

Most of the restoration work was done by NRHS WestConn Chapter members and others with an interest in railroading. The finished tower was rebuilt with new windows, flooring, heat and air conditioning. The interlocking machine was kept in place, with the model board, levers, and controls operating “as intended”. Today, more Amtrak and Metro North trains than ever run right outside the tower window. Just like the old days.

I volunteer as a docent at the SONO Switch Tower Museum as often as I can on summer weekends between May and October. Today, too many people have never been on a train, and even fewer know what a railroad tower was, or how it worked. Visitors are invariably amazed by this 100 year old mechanical machine, which, like all the others around the world, made railroading safe and efficient.

SONO Switch Tower Museum

The lessons I learned 50 years ago at Stamford and Norwalk were about communications, logistics, making priorities, scheduling and working with others on the railroad. Train and engine crews, track department staff, electric traction staff, station workers, and others were all dependent on how well the Tower Operator did the job. Life and death decisions were made based on what the Operator said. Trains departed and arrived on time only if the Operators were doing their jobs, always “By the Book” and without compromising safety.

Today the towers are closed, and dispatching is handled by centralized computer centers handling thousands of miles of railroad. Gone are the hand waves from the towerman to the brakeman in the caboose confirming that the train has been visually inspected and everything is in order. Gone is the satisfaction of “making a move” that keeps the trains on time with no delays. Gone is the pride of ownership for a job well done.

It was a lot of responsibility, a little different every day, and sometimes a little boring on quiet weekend evenings with few trains around. But boy, I’ve never had a job that was so much fun.

Bob HughesPhotographs and text Copyright 2018

Note: SONO Switch Tower Museum is open to visitors summer weekends from noon to 5:00 pm.

Editor’s Notebook


Former Norfolk & Western Depot – Boyce, Virginia

Earlier this month, I boarded a plane for Chicago to attend Conversations 2018, the annual gathering of the Center for Railroad Photography & Art. The weather was awful—freezing rain, snow and wind, but it was a fitting contrast to the warm welcome I felt at the reception and dinner Friday night.

It was a pleasure to be in the company of so many talented railroad photographers and artists. I not only made new friends, but also had the opportunity to meet several people who have contributed to and supported The Trackside Photographer—David Kahler, Matthew Malkiewicz, Dennis Livesey, Brandon Townley, Jeff Brouws and Matt Kierstead. Read more

Waiting on a Train

One day you are making dinner in the afternoon and see a headlight on the bridge, that headlight you waited so patiently for as a kid.

Go back to the days when you were ten or eleven and the phone rings at home. Grandma needs you to get something from the pharmacy. She sends you there a couple of times a week for various and sundry goods, so you jump on your bike (a twenty-six incher—big time stuff there) and head to her house to get the money. Then off you go down the back road, not because it’s the most direct route, no because it runs along the edge of the hill and from there you can check out the B&O and their big bridge over the Allegheny River. The line is the Pittsburgh and Western (P&W) sub that runs from Glenwood yard west towards Ohio or (if they take a right at the wye in Eidenau) Buffalo.

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Saving the Fredericton Train Station

This is the story of the slow, lingering death of a train station in Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada… and its miraculous rebirth.


The York Street station was built by the Canadian Pacific Railway in 1923 in Fredericton, in the West Platt area outside of the downtown core. The station is made of brick, with sandstone trim. It has a hip roof and is one of the few remaining brick stations in New Brunswick. The York Street side has a covered portico and the rear of the station was attached to a freight shed, added well after the station was built.

The station served Canadian Pacific (CP) trains only at the start. Canadian National (CN) had a station close to the train bridge across the Saint John River for many years, but in the latter years of passenger service, CN also used this station.

In the late 1950s and early 1960s, a CP passenger train ran between Fredericton and Fredericton Junction, where a passenger could take one of the trains between McAdam and Saint John. On the CN side, a Railiner (Rail Diesel Car, or RDC) ran between Newcastle and the York Street (“Union”) station via McGivney.

The station had two waiting rooms, one for men on the north (York Street) end, and the other for women, closer to the baggage room, with an agent/operator office in between. The washrooms were along the back wall. At the far (south) end of the station was the CP Express office. Read more

Thunder Fading

Williamson, West Virginia

In the fall of 2015, the War on Coal claimed its first two major casualties near and dear to the rail enthusiast’s heart—CSX deemed the mighty Clinchfield to no longer be a through-route, and Norfolk Southern mothballed fifty miles of its ex-Virginian Princeton-Deepwater District. Lines revered as the epitome of railroading in the Appalachians suddenly went quiet. The cacophony of loaded coal trains grinding and groaning upgrade, protesting against the forces of gravity, was replaced with stillness and silence.

It seemed then that the end must be in sight for coal in the Appalachians. All good things must end. But we certainly didn’t expect the end like this, so suddenly, and not before our very eyes.

This great misty, mysterious land is increasingly becoming a vast necropolis of closed, decaying and forgotten coal tipples, silos and washers and chutes and loading bins like sad monoliths, monuments to a way of life that is gradually fading away. Read more

The Leadville, Colorado & Southern Railroad

The historic Colorado & Southern passenger depot is still serving its original purpose.

In the summer of 2017, my family and I were on a big train-cation in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. As part of our trip, we visited Leadville, one of the highest incorporated cities in America, at an elevation of 10,152 feet above sea level. Leadville was founded in 1877, as a mining town. Read more