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Found short stories for my freelance RRs

Oh! While going through an old box looking for something else, found a couple short stories, well, parts of them, written about my freelance companies for my model trains! :)

–> Beginning of story 1;
Somewhere, sometime, in a place with mountains, a four wheel drive pickup with plates from up north rattles to a stop in front of a two story brick train depot. While two women who look as thouogh they might be mother and daughter climb out of the cab a man in a cap with a railroad logo pushes out through the depot’s screen door, “Hey Y’all, welcome to Willow Creek, county seat of Whitewater County, where the banjo pickin’ is wild and furious and the women are pretty; or is that the other way 'round, I’m always forgetting.”

While the women shake road stiffness out of their joints they launch questions at the railroad fellow who answers with obvious pleasure. “Well, population’s about 19,542 when widow Etheridge’s cats are in. And yes, I actually am General Manager and chief curve straightener of this outfit. Oh, you heard about that; yeah, they call me Scooter because anything I get a hold of the throttle for scoots right down the line. You might as well call me that too, everyone else does. And, yes, this actually is Willow Creek even though the station sign says South Willow. The Summer River Company’s line splits the town, so there’s two stations, North Willow, and South Willow here.”

–> Beginning of story 2
Title: Scooter, Fred, and Bar. Or, railroading in a land where the timeline is a curlicue.
Five Mile Hill and its immediate vicinity hosted origins of all manner of lore, legends, and outrageous tall tales: for The Summer River Company’s second most heavily traveled stretch of mainline, however, it provided a very real and problematic three point five percent grade. There was no other route from the region’s rich coal fields to the coast except over the mountains. And it was those mountains which Summer River’s Extra 8617 East contended with one drizzly October evening – seventy seven one hundred ton coal hoppers with one high-horsepower multiple unit set pulling while another pushed.

“Green boards,” I called as we approached the signal.

“Green boards,” Barstowe Franklin the conductor affirmed from the left side, “Light up the wires!”

Sparks arcing between pantograph and catenary reflected off the wet railheads in front of us as I pulled the controller all the way back, ammeter needles dancing in to the red zone as we sucked up juice for the climb.

“Awww Nuts!” Green suddenly became a red signal. We weren’t yet close enough to trigger it for its block. Close the controller. Hit regenerative braking. Open controller. Light application of brakes to dry the wheel treads. Apply sand. Brake hard. And pray that all them little bitty one-inch wheel flanges remain in their rightful and ordained places inside the rails where they belong.

–> Are only the first couple pages from each one. And they are from so long ago that I don’t remember if the stories ever got finished.

Every railroad should have a backstory.

Thanks Steve!

Story 1 is about my short line and trolley RR named Willow Creek Traction, which is jointly owned by the Class 1 railroads The Summer River Company, and the Mount Fresco and Saint James River Railway. Note that ‘The’ is part of SRCO’s legal name.

There is a 3rd story which I remember but haven’t found the papers for - these 2 I did not remember.
Third story starts at a branchline engine shed with me and Barstowe having lunch at a picnic table outside while Fred, the cat, hunts mice. “FRED” is acronym for end of train device (EOT) when worded as Flashing Read End Device - in this case Fred is Feline Rodent Elimination Device as he keeps mice from chewing on the locomotive’s traction motor hookup wires’ insulation. And he likes to go with us. The dog doesn’t want anything to do with our little locomotive, Fred, he’s always up for a ride.
I dunno, critters will do their own thing.
And I remember us being on the radio with Sally, the dispatcher.

Oh, and Fred the cat was nearly deaf, horns and whistles didn’t bother him. Hadn’t before consciously thought it through but that might explain the differing reactions of Fred, and the dog of now forgotten name.

I still haven’t read beyond the first page of either story, and I’m not sure if there were more pages than the few found today. These are from way back – as in the 3rd one I remember some of was started while I was at VA Tech in 1980s.

I’m wondering if story 2 is the one where where lightning nails a huge tree at top of a cut, tree breaks, slides down the embankment, and punches a hole in radiators of diesel commuter locomotive, all without damaging the catenary. And when we get word on the radio Bar says, “I keep tellin’ 'em, the little people don’t like the diesels. But are the brass hats ever going to listen to me? Nooooo.”

Thanks for sharing the memories of your railroads back stories. As Steve said every railroad should have them.

My favorites were Phil Criers (spelling) stories of his Toenail Ridge railroad in New Zealand. The stories were entertainment in there

own right.

Rick

My back story is that the investors brought me in to manage the P&CS after they ousted Milton B. Hayes. (1) The investors were businessmen, not railroaders, And after my last adventure, the Maple Valley Connecting Railroad, went bust, I was a railroad man out of work. I believe the reason I was chosen, is because the investors actually wanted the P&CS to fail, so they chose me, since I have a proven track record with failing railroads. But after running on a shoestring, and with leased and borrowed equipment, for 7 years, the P&CS is finally started making a profit. Now in its 14th year, the railroad is actually acquiring its own new equipment and is still showing a meager profit.

(1) The president of the Pittsburgh and Castle Shannon Railroad, Milton B. Hayes, has been legally removed as president of the P&CSRR after he allegedly used P&CS equipment and material to build a rival railroad, the Pittsburgh and Southern. The board of directors also are perusing legal action against Mr. Hayes, and have appointed Mr David A. Maynard as acting president of the railroad in the interim. The Castle Shannon Tribune, August 1878

The Chumstick River and Tumwater Northern Railway Company

A History

Steven Featherkile

The golden spike on the Chumstick River and Tumwater Northern Railway Company was driven on July 4, 1884, near what is now Cole’s Corner, Washington, after more than three years of carving a roadbed out of the basalt rock in the Tumwater Canyon. Originally established as a thirty inch narrow gauge road serving the mining and timber interests in the Cascade Mountains north and west of Wenatchee, Washington, bringing the timber and mining products down to the steamboats on the Columbia River at Wenatchee, the CR & TN became a major contributor to the economic health of North Central Washington, and a source of pride to the early residents of the area, carrying freight and passengers for over sixty years.

The roadbed was single tracked from Wenatchee to Leavenworth, through Monitor, Cashmere and Peshastin, then, because of grade problems, the CR & TN was a one-way loop from Leavenworth to Lake Wenatchee following the Chumstick River. The return route was laid down following Nason Creek, and then through the Tumwater Canyon along the Wenatchee River to serve the mines in the canyon. There was a branch line that went to the head of Lake Wenatchee along the North Shore, and then part way up the White River to White River Falls, to serve the mining and timber interests in that area. The CR & TN never did push beyond the falls as it was not economically feasible to get above the Falls. The falls was just too high, and the “way around” was too long. There wasn’t much timber beyond the falls, and what mines there were could bring their ore down below the Falls by wagon.

The route through the Tumwater Canyon was an engineering marvel. The Wenatchee River makes some rather precipitous (for a railroad) drops as it courses through the canyon, necessitating a series of switch backs and tunnels, some of which can still be seen today. These same switchbacks created a 3.5% grade in some places, making the trip through the Tumwater a one way venture downgrade. While a one-way track may not seem to make economic sense, the mines around Lake Wenatchee and in the Tumwater were very prolific, allowing the CR & TN to show a profit until the mines played out in 1910. Other cargo besides timber and ore included a failed experiment that tried to import and domesticate the Rocky Mountain Goat for meat and for milk, and wealthy passengers wanting to access the rich fishing experience of Lake Wenatchee. In later years, daredevils in small rubber rafts challenged the Wenatchee River as it dropped through the Tumwater Canyon. Almost every train in the summer months included an ambulance car to carry the injured to the interchange at Leavenworth. The rafters’ pain paid handsomely for this early form of medevac. All things considered, the CR & TN paid its investors quite well during its life.

In 1889, the Great Northern Railroad leased trackage rights through the Tumwater Canyon. In the agreement, the GN was required to maintain it, but the right-of-way remained the property of the CR & TN. Included in the agreement was the stipulation that any changes made would allow the CR & TN to use the Tumwater Canyon, resulting in a rather strange, but not all that uncommon, three rail arrangement. As engineering techniques improved, the GN was able to do away with the switchback and tunnel method employed by the CR & TN, replacing it with track that had a maximum 2.2% grade. In 1929, with the opening of the Great Northern’s Cascade Tunnel, the line through the Tumwater canyon was electrified.

By 1912, it became obvious that with the mines closing and the timber almost gone, a new cargo had to be developed if the CR & TN was to survive. In September of that year, borrowing a page from Jim Hill’s playbook, two hundred acres of apple trees were planted near Plain, Washington in the Chumstick River valley. This was marvelously successful, and by 1920, additional acreage had been planted such that the entire Chumstick Valley was covered with fruit trees. With the maturing in 1916 of the original trees that had been planted in 1912, the continued success of the CR & TN was assured.

In 1925, the thirty inch narrow gauge track was replaced with standard gauge track so that other railroads’ rolling stock could be used in the Chumstick Valley, and the third rail that had existed in the Tumwater Canyon was removed. During the Depression years following 1929, business along the CR & TN slowed somewhat, but unlike most small railroads of that era, it survived, due to good management, the apple and a large measure of luck.

During World War II, the Chumstick River and Tumwater Northern merged with the Great Northern Railroad. There was a minor squabble among the principals of the two railroads as to which name would be used. History shows that the Great Northern finally won out, but what is not reported in most texts is that a game of Ship, Captain and Crew played over several six packs of Olympia Beer in the Bar of the Squirrel Tree Resort at Cole’s Corner decided the issue (and now, you know The Rest of the Story). The CR & TN passed into history on July 21, 1944. The Great Northern Pacific, Burlington and Santa Fe Railroad (usually called the BNSF) still uses the original roadbed along the Chumstick River. The roadbed through the Tumwater was used by the GN until 1954 for its electrified Empire Builder, Oriental Limited and Western Star passenger runs, primarily for the exquisite scenery. Later, the tracks were pulled out, and the roadbed through the canyon was abandoned. US Highway 2 now occupies what was the CR & TN and the GN roadbed through the canyon.

Visitors to the Wenatchee, Washington area can still see remnants of the CR&TC, and the later GN; the switchbacks and tunnels in the Tumwater Canyon, the apple orchards in the Chumstick, the dam in the Wenatchee River as it passes through the canyon, and the remains of the aqueduct and hydroelectric powerhouse near Leavenworth that supplied power to run the trains over Stevens Pass, and the restored freight and passenger station in Leavenworth. Information can be obtained by inquiring of the Greater Wenatchee Area Tourism Commission at 124 North Chelan Avenue, Wenatchee, Washington 98801.

Author’s notes for historians: The Chumstick Creek (not River) flows through the Chumstick Valley and joins the Wenatchee River at Leavenworth. The Wenatchee River has its headwaters on Glacier Peak in Whatcom County as the White River and the Little Wenatchee River. These two rivers flow into Lake Wenatchee and the outflow of Lake Wenatchee is then called the Wenatchee River. Initially a meander, midway in its journey it flows through the Tumwater Canyon, usually as a raging torrent, and then slows down at Leavenworth, Washington, where it enters the upper Wenatchee Valley, a fertile fruit growing region, on its way to the confluence with the Columbia River at Wenatchee, Washington. Cole’s Corner and Plain, Washington are real place names in the area of discussion.

The Great Northern used the Tumwater until 1929, when it replaced it with a better grade through the Chumstick Valley. U S Highway 2 then used the Great Northern roadbed through the Tumwater Canyon, and is still in use, today. Electrification ended in 1956. The Leavenworth passenger depot is now the Leavenworth Grange Hall, and on Friday nights the place is hopping to some great acoustic music. Admission is by donation, but get there early if you want a seat, certainly before 8:00 PM. The rugged, but handsome red brick GN depot in Wenatchee is gone now, fallen to iconoclasts. The Chicago, Quincy and Burlington Route, the Northern Pacific Ry, the St. Louis and San Francisco (FRISCO) and the Spokane, Portland and Seattle merged with the the Great Northern Ry Co in 1970 to become the Burlington Northern Railroad. The BN merged with the Santa Fe to become the BNSF in 1995, and still uses the track through the Chumstick on its way over the Cascade Mountains from Chicago to Seattle.

The story of the CR & TN is a product of my fevered, flea-bitten, retired Navy mind and exists only there, in my garden and in my basement. All myths are based on fact. As the reporter said to the man who did not shoot Liberty Valance, “When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.” Stated differently; never let the facts interfere with a great story.

Great stories guys. You either have terrific imaginations or too much time on your hands? LOL Reading the stories reminded me of Garrison Keiler and his Lake WoeBeGone tales. Perhaps you guys could continue exercising your skills by writing regular newspaper type columns when something news worthy happens on your RR’s accompanied with a photo of course.

I never thought to get into more depth with my RR besides back in the day the CCCC which is the Cape Cod Coal Company hit a vein of purified sand which was highly sought after and out of that a new company was born and a new industry The Cape Cod Souvenir Sand Supply and Coal Company or the CCSSSCC. This venture was a boon to the RR which allowed for expansion and new equipment. Today diesels from the Cape Cod Central take care of most of the duties and the steam engines are brought out for weekends and special occasions to thrill the tourists.

Keep up the stories.

The El Paso and Southwestern RR was the first to Tucson from the East, beating the SP from the west. The celebrated station in downtown Tucson is the old EP &SW station. The track that goes east was the EP & SW too. SP’s track that cut across the city was removed for an Air Force Base. The SP went east to Lordsburg while the El Paso went south to Douglas. Although the tracks came together a bit east of Vail, my little town became a center for trans loading and changing passengers.

The EP & SW ran from Marsh station south past the old Total Wreck mine on it’s meander to Douglas, picking up ores for the big smelter there. The bit of construction I did with the S curves, the Narrows is the bit between Vail and the split. From there fiction takes over as there was no line to the mine.

The Vail and Total Wreck RR actually runs into Tucson for interchange service. The Vail township booted us west to there when we missed the first payment…

We are a shoestring operation as Wolfenite wasn’t the bounty we all were betting on, the side deposits of copper and silver paid the bills. The Brass Hat runs the passenger service. He hangs his private obs on the train and sets the timetable according to the passenger list! While our old but well maintained C-16 trundles out the empties and brings in the riches once or twice a week, as the mood hits us.

Let me know when you are coming and I’ll warn the crew!

Happy Rails,

John

Todd Haskins said:

Great stories guys. You either have terrific imaginations or too much time on your hands? LOL Reading the stories reminded me of Garrison Keiler and his Lake WoeBeGone tales.

Yep, if ever there were a bunch of people who needed some kind of hobby to fill their free time, we are them! (http://largescalecentral.com/externals/tinymce/plugins/emoticons/img/smiley-laughing.gif)

Speaking of Keillor, can’t help but think of him every time I pass through, or merely see the road sign for, a place he is not telling about, Prairie Home, Missouri. Once you hear certain phrases they are in your head forever!

Had to look up the Ship, Captain, and Crew, game Steve mentioned, was not familiar to me. Appear to be a couple variations of it.

And if you know me you know I like to have 3 or 4 references to a thing.
https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/18812/ship-captain-and-crew

http://www.thebrothersgraham.com/games/shipcapcrew.html

http://rpasmd.org/rms/Dice_Pages/Dice_Game_Captain_Crew.htm

http://www.gamecabinet.com/rules/ShipCaptainCrew.html

Ship, Captain, and Crew, like Acey Deucy, a game played on a Backgammon board, help sailors wile away their rare downtime hours at sea. Both are fast paced games, requiring no attention, strategy, or thought, perfect for sailors trying to unwind after long hours of watch and watch, interspaced with long hours of maintaining the ship.

Acey-deucey

I should try to find old Ben T. Conrod of North Shore, and later IPP&W fame, and send him out to you guys, to run your pikes.

He was hanging around here for a while, spending time causing trouble in the chat room, but moved on when he felt rejected. I can probably find him somewhere near Gary’s Bordello, on the far side of Bart’s infamous bombed and battered two holler, a few feet from the LSC Chat room.

He works for room and board, and usually has several buxom broads following him around.

Fred Mills

I had forgotten the about the Lake WoeBeGone stories. Back in the early 1980’s I was responsible for maintenance work at a large coastal holiday complex. One of my winter tasks was to paint the interiors of chalets. With no visitors the place was very quiet - and peaceful. However to make my day more interesting I usually listened to a BBC radio programme which was not a non stop ‘music’ noise. There were many interesting programmes and at 4.45pm, before I went home at 5pm, was a daily short story which consisted of episodes of the same story lasting the workday week (Mon-Fri).

One such week was LakeWoeBegone. I must look into the local library and see if they have a copy: ideal winter reading I guess. (http://www.largescalecentral.com/externals/tinymce/plugins/emoticons/img/smiley-smile.gif)