AMTK84 wrote:I remember it like it was yesterday. I was near the end of my 5th grade year; it was Memorial day 2003, and my mother, grandfather and I were taking a trip to Chicago on the MD-W out of Baartlett, IL. And yes, we had an 8200 in the lead...8239. Its hard to explain the way I felt when I got off that train in Union Station; it was warm, must've been like 80 degrees. I just stood there for a moment while my mother helped my grandfather off the train, taking in the sound of the fans on the METX603. I wasn't very knoledgable about railroading then; I remember my thoughts as I listened to that recording time and time again; the distant sound was that of great power and of great mystery.
Metra 613, I've got some audio of 614 from 2005 and some older tapes, if you're interested email me at [email protected]
Beautiful story. On a somewhat related note, in the mid 50's I had the pleasure of taking the L&N passenger train from East Saint Louis, IL. to Atlanta, GA. to visit my Aunt. Every summer from the mid to late 50's I enjoyed this journey. What made it extra special was that I was alone. I couldn't have been more than 6-7 years of age when I first started these "special trips." Some of you may recoil in horror that I was allowed to travel alone. Those were different times, more sane and civilized times when children weren't in danger the moment they left their door-step. After my first trip I'm of the opinion that the crew kept an eye on me. I remember the apple-pie with the wedge of cheese in the dining car. .35 cents/slice IIRC. Man was it tasty! I remember sitting in the restroom cars as soldiers underwent their somewhat "rudimentary" toi-lette. Man did I get an education, especially my vocabulary!
I remember standing in the vestibule with the upper doors open smelling what I now know to be brakeshoe smoke. (No dynamic-brakes for these "special hoggers!") I think my love of passenger trains began then. This train always departed ESTL in the evening and arrived in Atlanta in the AM. I could always tell when we were in north Georgia by the color of the soil, red. A great experience for a gutter-snipe from ESTL!