Here’s my little rendition of the Phoebe Snow, which I often rode from my home in Hoboken, to East Stroudsburg, where we would get off to visit my aunt and uncle in Tannersville, PA.
Once while waiting in the beautiful terminal in Hoboken, to visit my cousins with my grandmother, we noticed a rather distinguished looking gentleman, and possibly an aide at the ticket counter. My mother recognized him as William Boyd, otherwise known then as “Hopalong Cassidy”. I was about ten years old, and didn’t recognize him without his cowboy hat! My mother took me over to meet him, and he graciously gave me a souvenir coin that had his image on one side and ”Good Luck” on the obverse.
He was also taking the Phoebe Snow to Chicago, and then on to California. At some point during the journey, my grandmother decided we needed to get more for my two cousins in PA, so we headed up to the dining car, and probably interrupted his meal, but my grandmother asked for some coins for them. He told me to put my hands together, and his aide proceeded to fill them with coins from somewhere. We thanked them, and headed back to the coach for the rest of the ride. The family loved the story. Here’s my memory:
