Personal story - just skip in disinterested ...
(Unfortunately) old enough to remember service lost on many NE lines. Not the heyday of railroading but I could still see B&M Geeps in Topsfield, MA and Ossipee, NH and the MEC through Crawford Notch was nothing short of amazing. You get the idea. In the midst of heartache - as one line after another grew silent and rust formed on the rails, there were still some real bright spots.
Watched the Conway Scenic start from nothing and it was ALWAYS worth the drive from Harrison, ME. God bless Dwight Smith (and others)! It wasn't crowded in the early days and the few miles to Conway sure seemed like "real" railroading. I'm sure my few tickets just helped the deficit increase and I watched with mixed emotion as the operation grew from one which catered to the railfan to a broader-based foundation(described so well above). It wasn't the kids that did ME in but the background music (not a Country fan - even of RR songs) and ceaseless commentary about whose farm was on the left and what else on the right ... I didn't go back for a long time ...
Others, too, of course ... some still here and others gone ... MNG in Portland, Edaville, the Wolfeboro RR ... I know it's hard to make a living in New England - railroad or not!
Now, when I want relative peace and quiet, it's "first class" fare on the Gertrude Emma and, ideally, the observation platform if available. If I just want a train interrupting the haze of a New England August afternoon, in a place no train should rightly be, I'm trackside with my camera and still amazed at how a "tourist train" makes me remember what used to be.
Not wealthy (or well-off, except by "relative standards," compared, say, to most Third World nations). I'm a 911 dispatcher by trade and my wife works hard, too, for the few dollars of disposable income that lets us "play." Still, on the increasingly rare trips to our old haunts, I'll always spend a few of those dollars for a ticket to ride - even when I'm just trackside for a few pictures.
Naive probably, maybe even a vain hope, but it's just possible that one day - if those train loads of tourists keep polishing obscure rails - that someone new will fall in love, too, with what was (and what might be) for all the "right" reasons ... just like we did.
'Course, a good Martini helps, too
Bob Ridpath
(Unfortunately) old enough to remember service lost on many NE lines. Not the heyday of railroading but I could still see B&M Geeps in Topsfield, MA and Ossipee, NH and the MEC through Crawford Notch was nothing short of amazing. You get the idea. In the midst of heartache - as one line after another grew silent and rust formed on the rails, there were still some real bright spots.
Watched the Conway Scenic start from nothing and it was ALWAYS worth the drive from Harrison, ME. God bless Dwight Smith (and others)! It wasn't crowded in the early days and the few miles to Conway sure seemed like "real" railroading. I'm sure my few tickets just helped the deficit increase and I watched with mixed emotion as the operation grew from one which catered to the railfan to a broader-based foundation(described so well above). It wasn't the kids that did ME in but the background music (not a Country fan - even of RR songs) and ceaseless commentary about whose farm was on the left and what else on the right ... I didn't go back for a long time ...
Others, too, of course ... some still here and others gone ... MNG in Portland, Edaville, the Wolfeboro RR ... I know it's hard to make a living in New England - railroad or not!
Now, when I want relative peace and quiet, it's "first class" fare on the Gertrude Emma and, ideally, the observation platform if available. If I just want a train interrupting the haze of a New England August afternoon, in a place no train should rightly be, I'm trackside with my camera and still amazed at how a "tourist train" makes me remember what used to be.
Not wealthy (or well-off, except by "relative standards," compared, say, to most Third World nations). I'm a 911 dispatcher by trade and my wife works hard, too, for the few dollars of disposable income that lets us "play." Still, on the increasingly rare trips to our old haunts, I'll always spend a few of those dollars for a ticket to ride - even when I'm just trackside for a few pictures.
Naive probably, maybe even a vain hope, but it's just possible that one day - if those train loads of tourists keep polishing obscure rails - that someone new will fall in love, too, with what was (and what might be) for all the "right" reasons ... just like we did.
'Course, a good Martini helps, too
Bob Ridpath