by jmchitvt
Just like the girl next door, you wanted to know MORE.
And, like moving to the next level in a relationship, I HAD to ride the L&H.
Growing up on the West End, over the hill from Pequest in a rural area, getting a ride wasn't easy. Stops at the tar plant were infrequent even in the busy summer paving season. So the "Grab" wasn't an option.
I had developed a mail friendship with Cliff Brown (L&H Treasurer) after pestering him with "zillions" of letter requests. So I asked for a ride and the OK was immediate.
It HAD to be my all-time favorite train HO-6, and a boarding point had to be decided: would it be Allentown or Hudson Yard?
I decided on Hudson Yard and during school vacation. Things WERE different then. I didn't call to verify if the train was running and at what time. This was the L&H!!
Mom was late for work, drove me down the back streets of P'burg behind the Steckles Concrete, at the time I KNEW it would be there. And it WAS. There was HO-6 making a pick up, and Jack Flood L&H Trainmaster greeted me coming across the main with lunch box and camera at hand. He HAD to know it WAS Joseph!! Got a choice of where to ride, I chose the third unit, which faced west Soon we were off.
You know what a GREAT little railway we had here. Jack came down on OA-1 the day before and layed over at Allentown. Then east on HO-6 with me, back to Allentown on OA-1 with me, and then back to Warwick the THIRD day to get home. Sure, I don't know if he had driven down at this point some almost the better part of SIXTY years later. But, the point is they did this JUST for me. I'm still amazed how well they treated me. The fact that they thought I was related to the Warwick Shop Superintendent didn't hurt either. I always corrected it when it came up, but it didn't always.
So we head on to Maybrook with a heavy train as AO-4 was annulled that day due to a slump in business. The Grab ran daily then and made a turn a Hudson Yard for interchange, and for a while only HO-6/AO-4 went as far as Allentown.
The brakeman was Peter Holendenski (? spelling) and Jack remarked how Peter never stopped eating all the way to Mayrook.
He was in the middle unit, on the same side me.
There were no stops after leaving Hudson Yard, all the section crews watched us roll by and my friends at Great Meadows "gasped" as I waved. Jack Percival gave a slight wave back, but then, he was ALWAYS all business.
I was really "on a trip" the whole way, enjoying an experience I had only dreamed of before.
Cliff Brown and a few others knew I was aboard and I rushed over to Jack's side to return the friendly waves.
We entered the massive Maybrook terminal to switch crews, run around to hook on OA-1 and pump up the air.
Jack escourted me to the giant WMCA for lunch, and make me feel like a million dollars.
I chose the caboose for the ride back on OA-1 and in the next article I'll relate how I managed a convenient drop off to await my Mother, and a ride back home.
And, like moving to the next level in a relationship, I HAD to ride the L&H.
Growing up on the West End, over the hill from Pequest in a rural area, getting a ride wasn't easy. Stops at the tar plant were infrequent even in the busy summer paving season. So the "Grab" wasn't an option.
I had developed a mail friendship with Cliff Brown (L&H Treasurer) after pestering him with "zillions" of letter requests. So I asked for a ride and the OK was immediate.
It HAD to be my all-time favorite train HO-6, and a boarding point had to be decided: would it be Allentown or Hudson Yard?
I decided on Hudson Yard and during school vacation. Things WERE different then. I didn't call to verify if the train was running and at what time. This was the L&H!!
Mom was late for work, drove me down the back streets of P'burg behind the Steckles Concrete, at the time I KNEW it would be there. And it WAS. There was HO-6 making a pick up, and Jack Flood L&H Trainmaster greeted me coming across the main with lunch box and camera at hand. He HAD to know it WAS Joseph!! Got a choice of where to ride, I chose the third unit, which faced west Soon we were off.
You know what a GREAT little railway we had here. Jack came down on OA-1 the day before and layed over at Allentown. Then east on HO-6 with me, back to Allentown on OA-1 with me, and then back to Warwick the THIRD day to get home. Sure, I don't know if he had driven down at this point some almost the better part of SIXTY years later. But, the point is they did this JUST for me. I'm still amazed how well they treated me. The fact that they thought I was related to the Warwick Shop Superintendent didn't hurt either. I always corrected it when it came up, but it didn't always.
So we head on to Maybrook with a heavy train as AO-4 was annulled that day due to a slump in business. The Grab ran daily then and made a turn a Hudson Yard for interchange, and for a while only HO-6/AO-4 went as far as Allentown.
The brakeman was Peter Holendenski (? spelling) and Jack remarked how Peter never stopped eating all the way to Mayrook.
He was in the middle unit, on the same side me.
There were no stops after leaving Hudson Yard, all the section crews watched us roll by and my friends at Great Meadows "gasped" as I waved. Jack Percival gave a slight wave back, but then, he was ALWAYS all business.
I was really "on a trip" the whole way, enjoying an experience I had only dreamed of before.
Cliff Brown and a few others knew I was aboard and I rushed over to Jack's side to return the friendly waves.
We entered the massive Maybrook terminal to switch crews, run around to hook on OA-1 and pump up the air.
Jack escourted me to the giant WMCA for lunch, and make me feel like a million dollars.
I chose the caboose for the ride back on OA-1 and in the next article I'll relate how I managed a convenient drop off to await my Mother, and a ride back home.