After dad's death, daughters gave his beloved railroad memorabilia to Shawmut Historical Society.
My father worked for the railroad for about 45 years. Most of those years were spent as a telegrapher and office clerk doing bills of lading. Through the years, he collected railroad memorabilia.
My father not only worked around trains, he loved them. Our old home movies are full of train scenes, pictures of old steam engines, views of trains moving through snowstorms or under sunny skies. If we were out for a drive in our '36 Chevy and had to wait for a train, it didn't bother my father. In fact, he had some way of sounding the Chevy's horn as a signal to the engineer that he was also involved with trains.
After my father passed away, my sisters and I gave many of his mementos to a nearby town, where the Shawmut Historical Society is located. Today, under a glass case, in an old railroad car, my father's things are displayed - a shovel once used to put coal into an engine, a railroad lantern, old bills of lading, books of railroad rules and snapshots of my father standing beside a locomotive.
If he can see all of this, he must be overjoyed. He loved the railroad!
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