Originally Posted by N&W Class J:
Ahhh music to my ears. It's great to hear her voice again after so many years.
Amen to that!
Hooters: Not just for the eyes (), but also for the ears ()!!
The whole 611 thing....a feast for the memory! Dad and I rode behind her on her last run in the late 50's before 'retirement' (the FIRST one!). The run was from Roanoke to Norfolk. The fan trip originated in D.C. (my hometown as a child). Rode a ho-hum RF&P diesel-pulled train from Union Station south to Roanoke. There the excitement began when 611 replaced the diesel!.
There is/was a l-o-n-g tangent stretch of track (about 50 miles or so, if memory serves me) on the run between Roanoke and Norfolk. It was somewhere along there on the afternoon return trip that the trainload of fans was dumped into a field, 611 and the train backed up for a few miles, gave two hoots for her start, and came flying towards us. Talk about an adrenaline rush!!! I had my silly Kodak Brownie camera. I was shaking so badly that all my pictures (taken WAY too prematurely as it approached) were out of focus.
But Dad had the seemingly worst misfortune. He waited with his trusty Kodak Retina 35mm camera until 611 was about a half mile away, took a beautiful shot, and quickly ratcheted the film winder...........only to find that he had no film left on the roll!!!! It had partially advanced, but not fully.
So, amidst a volley of language that was about as 'blue' as the day's sky, and mostly drowned out by the cacophony of 611's onrushing, pulsating power and a few hooter-hallelujah's,...he squeezed the shutter trigger anyway for that one last in-your-face-Mae-West! shot.
That partial 35mm color slide is a very special treasure. No, not worthy of publication for any periodical; just for my memory of one great time with Dad!
Oh, yeah....the tears in his eyes as 611 roared past on that run?....I didn't have enough chutzpah at my age to ask him then. Was it from lack of forethought on the amount of film left for this last hurrah? Was it from a cinder or dust of her passing by at about 60+ mph? Was it because it was truly the end of an era he...passed on to me forever...unabashedly enjoyed? I don't care....it was all magical!
Years later, after 611 came out of retirement to make a run that included my new home territory of SE Michigan, the memory of that 1950's moment was rekindled. But this time it was my own tears.
I don't think there's any experience that defines the passion of this hobby better than standing by the tracks as an engine like 611, 765, 1225, 4449, 3751, 844, 3965, 261, etc., etc., etc. rushes by, wailing her whistle to the glory of the ages.
Just MHO, of course...
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
KD