On this date, March 31, 1980, 40 years ago today, one of the iconic midwestern Railroads, the Chicago Rock Island & Pacific, shut down for good.
The Rock Island was a railroad run by good people, that tried hard, but was burdened with lots of competition over most of its routes. Other struggling competitors, like Chicago Great Western and Minneapolis & St. Louis, found relief as merger partners. The Milwaukee Road hung in there long enough to merge with the Soo Line and reinvent itself. The Burlington Route found salvation in merger with its owner roads. But the Rock Island wound up without a dance partner. The Staggers Act, which deregulated railroad transportation and enabled rate incentives and spinoffs of branch lines, was too late for Rock Island. It seems as though, every time the Rock Island got back on good footing, there was another punch coming at it.
I fondly remember rides behind E7s and E8s in full Rocket dress, on the Twin Star Rocket, running very fast, normally late and trying to make up time, over Rock Island's typically rough track. At Des Moines, I stood next to the Flagman in the observation car as he controlled the air brakes during movement through a wye into the passenger station, using the rotary "caboose valve". I went off to the Army in a troop train on the Rock Island, from Tucumcari to Kansas City. Train 39 bounced me across Oklahoma to Amarillo, behind an FP7 and an F7B, in a de-motorized Budd RDC, on a 1967 railfan odyssey during which we stopped right next to an F2A at El Reno, to add lube oil to the F7B. (Only the Rock Island could have done that !) I got qualified to pilot Santa Fe crews over former Rock Island track between Muscatine, Iowa and Kansas City during the 1993 floods.
In the 1960s, I rode a Michigan Central train into La Salle Street Station, and stood in a Dutch door as we waited for an arrival track to be vacated, watching one Rock Island suburban train after another accelerate behind raspy RS3's in Run-8.
Today, the Rock Island literally rests in pieces, its lines being operated by other carriers where it was not abandoned.
If you ever knew the Rock Island, you had to love it. It had a diesel shop that threw standards into the wind, and, with age, every Rock Island unit became different. The employees were some of the nicest I ever encountered. Every time I think about the Rock Island, warm memories make me miss it. I live only about a mile from the abandoned Rock Island today, and I see its bridge logos when I go downtown.
Did you personally know the Rock Island? If so, what are your memories?