The Drop

Bishop Tower (SS 63) Bridgeport, CT – Bob Hughes photo -July 1969

Back in 1970 we still had the sixteen hour law and many freight jobs out of New Haven, Connecticut would work 15:59 so they did not outlaw. If you worked 16 hours you had to have 10 hours rest. But any other amount of time meant you only had to have 8 hours off. Any job that went into New York had to have a fireman on it as they still had a full crew law; this was the way it was until about the 80’s. One of the jobs that went to NY was NH-1 that turned for HN-2. It was called the Drop as it made many stops along the way. The engineer on the job at that time was Joe De Cuffa, who was another great guy to work with and knew his job well. He enjoyed having firemen to teach and was the first engineer that started teaching me how to run a freight train. Before 1974, to become an engineer you were a firemen for a while, as a rule, about three to four years. During that time you worked with many men and most would have you sit in the seat and show you how they ran their train. At the end of your years of doing it that way you took exams on rules, air brake and mechanical aspects of the engines, and then qualified on the characteristics of the road. That last part was where you sat with the rules examiner and he would say take me from a point some place on the section of track you were doing to another part until he was satisfied you knew where you were. This meant each signal, switch, station, interlocking, speeds and any other special instruction you would have to know.

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A Moment at Arcola

Arcola is a small town located in the vast prairies of central Illinois.  Like many small towns, much care has been taken in fixing up the downtown area.  In Arcola, this includes numerous murals painted on downtown buildings.

Arcola plays in the lore of the passenger trains of the Illinois Central Railroad.  So the story goes, a passenger stopped the conductor as he was walking through the train.

“Excuse me.  What is the next stop?”
“The next stop,” said the conductor, “is Arcola.”
“And what stop is after that?”
“The stop after that is Tuscola,” replied the conductor.
“Let me guess,” said the passenger.  “The stop after that is Pepsi Cola.”
The conductor shook his head.
“No sir.  Champaign.”

Whether or not this exchange ever actually happened is open to debate, but Arcola has not been a scheduled stop for a passenger train in decades.  It remains notable however, since one of the murals features an Illinois Central E-Unit in the original passenger colors from the forties with the reference to the famous song proclaiming “The train they call the City of New Orleans.”

Amtrak’s version of “The City” still passes through Arcola, one of three daily round trips, and this photo shows the northbound Illini passing with the mural in the background on a late September afternoon in 2015.

Mary McPhersonPhotograph and text Copyright 2022

Summers at the Station

Four friends who adopted me in the summers.

From 1966 until 1972, my parents rented a camp along Lake Pennesseewassee, in Norway, Maine. For my father, it was a break from his responsibilities on the Long Island Rail Road, and a chance to spend hours bass fishing, alone with his thoughts. When I wasn’t fishing or swimming, I’d head to Grand Trunk station in the adjacent community of South Paris. It took a bit of courage, but armed with a file of 8” X 10” glossy prints, I walked into the station and introduced myself to the block operator, a genial Quebecker named Guy Pomerleau. Guy smiled as he thumbed through the prints and told me to wait until the local switcher returned, as there was a conductor I should meet.

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A Railfan’s Railroad

A few weeks before Christmas, my good friend Connor Taylor texted me, inviting me on a road trip to visit some of our friends in Pennsylvania during the first week of January, 2022. The first week of January? I thought he was crazy. All I could picture was our car sliding off the side of a cliff in the icy mountains and falling hundreds of feet into a dark, snowy abyss. Perhaps I am crazy myself, for after being informed that the Reading & Northern Railroad was on the list of places to visit, I agreed to come along without any further hesitation.

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The Drop

Back in 1970, we still had the sixteen-hour law and many freight jobs out of New Haven Connecticut, would work 15:59 so they did not outlaw. If you worked sixteen hours you had to have ten hours rest. But any other amount of time meant you only had to have eight hours off. Any job that went into New York had to have a fireman on it as they still had a full crew law; this was the way it was until about the 80’s. One of the jobs that went to New York was NH-1 that turned for HN-2. It was called the Drop as it made many stops along the way. The engineer on the job at that time was Joe De Cuffa, who was another great guy to work with and knew his job well. He enjoyed having firemen to teach and was the first engineer that started teaching me how to run a freight train. Before 1974, to become an engineer you were a firemen for a while, as a rule about three to four years. During that time you worked with many men and most would have you sit in the seat and show you how they ran their train. At the end of your years of doing it that way you took exams on rules, air brake, mechanical aspects of the engines and then qualifying on the characteristics of the road. That last part was where you sat with the rules examiner and he would take you from a point some place on the section of track you were doing to another part until he was satisfied you knew where you were. This meant each signal, switch, station, interlocking, speeds and any other special instruction you would have to know.

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Wreck on Tennessee Pass

First view of derailment area from CO Highway 24, November 27, 1994.

On the morning of Tuesday, November 22, 1994, a friend of mine who was the environmental manager at the Southern Pacific in Denver, Colorado, called me at my office at the Transportation Technology Center to say that there had been a derailment early that morning on Tennessee Pass. The air brakes on a train load of taconite pellets failed to function after cresting the top of the pass. Almost the entire train derailed on a 10 degree curve, he said, and that there were some injuries but fortunately no lives were lost. I wanted to see the aftermath but couldn’t get away until Sunday morning.

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