People & Stories

Welcome to the People and Stories section. In this section I have put together photos of the people that moved the trains over the hill.

Left: Posing with the Southern Pacific 2727 are AL Hulegaard (top), and Fred "Screwy" McGrew.

"Railroading is often called a dog's life, men curse it, for it tears them from home and loved ones. Many times in the blackness of night when other folks are snugly in bed, they are compelled to 'roll out' and face cold, disagreeable weather in order to keep the wheels of transportation rolling"

"Yet railroading has its rewarding aspects, for 'riding the rails' is a combination of many and varied experiences - it is the beauty of a glorious sunrise over the lofty heights of the mighty Cascades, the warm glow of a harvest moon over valley farmlands, wedge of wild geese circling over the green fields in springtime."

"Railroading is the red glow of caboose stoves when cold winds are howling around the cupola and the air in the crummy is thick with the aroma of strong coffee brewing over a coal fire, blue tobacco smoke and the fumes of oil lamps. It is the throb of air pumps and the pounding of rain on the cab windows."

"Railroading is the bright streak of color that marks the flight of the steamliner, the solitary glow of the green eye of a block signal. In the old days of steam power it was the rattle of tank spouts when heat waves danced over the gleaming rails. It was the odor of creosote across the cool path of shade, cast by dripping water tanks; the warm, friendly lights shining from the farm house windows; the flickering glow of an oil torch as some runner "puts the fat on 'er."--Bill Tupper

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