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Railroad Stories: Rode the Rails For Scenic View

In the 1950s, a ticket to ride the Denver and Rio Grand from Canon City to Parkdale, Colo., through the Royal Gorge cost 35 cents per adult. We enjoyed providing relatives and out-of-town guests a beautiful scenic view as they rode in the observation car with the glass dome, so they could see ...

Railroad Stories: Classmate’s Illness Led to Clickety-Clack Adventure

There have been many high points in my life that have left an unforgettable memory, and this clickety-clack memory takes me back to early school years in the 1920s. I had not been in school long, when someone in my classroom became ill, and they sent our whole class home.We lived on Lake ...

Railroad Stories: Shopping Spree Meant Riding the Rails

Imagine our excitement - shopping on Saturday meant riding the rails! Of course, this was about 1939, and our train, the Doodlebug, had only one car, as I remember.We lived way out in the country and had no transportation. It was a real treat when the whole family got dressed in our Sunday best ...

Railroad Stories: Farm Girl Got Special Gift First Time Riding the Rails

My family moved to a new farm in 1929, where I'm sure the nearby railroad was known as Fortsmith and Western. This was during the Depression and Dust Bowl days. Jobs were scarce and hobos riding the rails were plentiful. I was almost 5 years old, and to watch that big noise maker roll by was ...

Railroad Stories: Youngster Resented Passenger Train Travel

When I was a young girl, I lived in the small town of Powell, Texas, and passenger train travel was common. The train came along the Cotton Belt Railway and stopped every evening at 11:45 p.m. That late night whistle meant a lot to me, not to mention my parents.My parents were adamant that I ...

Railroad Stories: Riding the Rails on the Dinkey

The Dinkey was a small locomotive that ran between towns hauling freight during the week, in the 1920s. It hauled people on the weekends. That's when Teresa would go to the neighboring towns to shop for eggs, fresh milk and live poultry. Her friends often made the trip with her because it was ...

Railroad Stories: Business Boomed For Railroad Industry

In the late 1930s and early 1940s, my parents lived just a few hundred yards from the MN&A Railroad. My grandfather and great uncle were part of the railroad industry, in that they helped lay the tracks.When I was 5 or 6 years old, I remember my mother feeding the hobos who came up the hill ...

Railroad Stories: Hobos Abounded in Sweetwater, Tennessee

I'm sitting here at Hobo Springs, down by the railroad tracks, with memories and pictures in my mind of long ago. I can still see the old freight trains coming down the tracks, the hobos riding along under the old black smoke.All through the night you could hear the rumble of the trains and ...

Railroad Stories: Hobos Shared Code

When I was a little girl, we lived on a farm where the railroad ran behind our grove and apple orchard. As a result of living so close to town, and to the railroad, we had a lot of hobos come to our door.My mother always gave them something to eat. I asked her one day why there were always so ...

Railroad Stories: Freight Trains Part of Life

I began hopping freights when I was 10 years old. Of course, I had ridden freight trains for fun as a 9-year-old, but only for short trips. By the time I was 15 years old, I had hopped more freight trains with unknown destinations that I marvel at how agile I was then. I am amazed today that I ...

Railroad Stories: Lived Near Old Railroad Tracks

I was born and raised in a small town in Michigan, in the Upper Peninsula. It was Iron Ore country where my father worked in the mines for 50 years. Our house, which was about 40 feet from the old railroad tracks, would shake as the trains rolled by. Trains carrying iron ores passed every hour, ...

Railroad Stories: Hobos Rode the Rails

During the Depression days, and for 30 years, my father was a telegraph operator for the Chicago and North Western Railway, in an office called, "Tower I," in Missouri Valley, Iowa. He was a kind-hearted man, and many men, called hobos, rode the rails in boxcars looking for work.The hobos would ...

Railroad Stories: Whistle of a Freight Train

The wild eerie whistle of a freight train Lumbering toward the distant westPierces through the lonely nightStirring quiet hearts with vague unrest. Wanderlust souls heed the call to adventure Down winding road or silver track Sometimes they stop by a glowing hearth Until a poignant whistle ...

Railroad Stories: Clickety-Clack

When I was a child in a small town,I'd lay at night and listen to the sound Of the clickety-clack, clickety-clack, Of train wheels on the railroad track.As it pulled to a stop, I'd hear escaping steam. Hear it pulse as if alive, and it would seemIt couldn't wait to be gone again,And showed ...

Railroad Stories: Boarded the Wrong Train

In 1913, my mom, 3-year-old sister, infant brother and I boarded a train for Nebraska. We rode about 20 miles, then had to change trains to go to Lincoln, Neb. It was after dark when we boarded our next train, and a few miles down the tracks, we discovered we had boarded the wrong train. When ...