Last post I shared some vignettes where I have done a little modelling to capture poignant rail memories. This post I will share additional photos I took when I was a teenager of other scenes that evoke special memories that I may seek to at least partially evoke through modelling in the future (somehow).
Frito Lay Plant in Houston c. 1978-80
I loved riding by the Frito-Lay plant in the late 1970s. There was almost always a tank car and a covered hopper, and it was frequently switched out. The covered hoppers were almost BN or predecessor roads. CB&Q and a variety of NP cars (green and gray) were common.
Wish I had taken many more photos there!
I loved when cabooses trailed the train. It was a nice closing to the experience of seeing a freight train. It gave you closure as a rail fan. It was a consolation prize of the train ending and gave the closing a human touch–especially as a kid, when a rail employee would wave to you. It was as though the entire train was saying good bye.
Almost mythical, lonesome branch lines
There were special places across the landscape that had a mythical quality where you dream of seeing trains but never did. One such place was near my Uncle Arnold and Aunt Molly’s farm in Arkansas. Near their farm was a lonesome line that went off to a very small gypsum mine. I did a post on this mine last year. I finally found some of the photos I was looking for for that post, but I never found the picture of the Gypsum mine I took.
For many summers I hoped to catch the little train winding its way through the woods and over the hills to the mine. I only captured it in my imagination.
The Southern Pacific
I grew up near a Southern Pacific line. The line saw a lot of locals and an occasional long freight, I vividly recall one highlight that took place at night. I remember a Southern (not Southern Pacific) caboose slowly trailing a long freight headed east. I still remember being able to look inside because it was illuminated. Funny how certain memories stick with you. When I would go to bed at night and hear diesel horns from that direction, I would sometimes imagine what kind of train was passing on the line.
Those were the days. I have more to share in Part III.