OPINION
There I Was...#81
Published on January 25, 2009 By Big Fat Daddy In Misc

santa-f

Forty some years ago I used to listen to the early morning country music show on AFN while I got ready for work. I heard a song by Johhny Cash often, it was about a streamlined train coming through a small Texas town and all the folks coming down to the tracks to see it...something like they ain't never seen before. It was a great song. I never knew the name of the song and even many years later when I Googled it, I couldn't find out. Well, after some searching through Johnny's song list one day I came upon a song named "Texas 1947". I tried it and voila! Not only is it the one, there is even a performance of it on youtube and some guy made a homemade video about it using electric trains sets. Well, it is just a happy-maker to find a song after forty years of humming it to myself. It conveys a mood of wonder...of "what it's coming to and how it got this far..." and has always brought back the memories of my experiences on one of the most famous streamlined trains ever...the Santa Fe's Super Chief.

When I was a very little guy, probably about 4 or 5, I took my first ride on the train from Los Angeles to Norfolk VA. The Chief was stationed aboard the Preserver there and our hometown of San Diego was about as far from there as you could get. We kept getting stationed from one side of the country to the other and trains were cheaper than flying in them days. We would ride up to the huge station in LA with Aunt Essie, sometimes Uncle Dude would go along, too. I remember him standing on the platform pretending to cry into his hankie, then going through the motions of wringing it out and cry somemore. The station in LA has been seen in movies and TV shows for decades, every time I see it in one it takes me back to the smells and sounds and sights of the fifties when trains were still the primary mode of moving people around the country. The porters and redcaps were all over the place, luggage carts and venders everywhere, just a bustle of bodies. They had a step they put down on the ground so you could step up into the cars. We couldn't afford a Pullman car with private compartments...or even one of the ones where all you had was a white curtain between you and everyone passing by in the aisle; so we sat in the seats, they would recline a bit, and spend days riding to the east coast. The Super Chief ran to Chicago, through the Sierras, the Rockies, then out on the flat praries. I remember the scenery was spectacular, even for a little guy like me. But the scenery was not enough to keep me from whining about staying in my seat. It was a long ride. The Super Chief bragged about cutting ten hours off the running time of it's older brother, The Chief, but it still took about 40 to 50 straight hours to make the run. Then we got on another train to complete the trip to Virginia. Through the fifties I must have gone back and forth across the country by train at least four times and maybe more. The trips all blur together in my feeble mind. I do remember that at age 8 I embarassed my mom, Betty Lou, when I loudly pointed out that the colored porter had taken a drink out of the same fountain we used. Betty Lou was mortified, but the porter was a kindly man who explained to me that I wasn't in Virginia any more and things were a little different on this end of the line. Formative years in Virginia planted some cultural seeds that took years to overcome. I remember that during one crossing we layed over somewhere in the mid-west, my memory wants to say Minnesota but I am not sure the route went that way. In any case, we got off the train there and it was the coldest I had ever been in my life. My knees were literally knocking together. There was snow on the ground that looked like whipped cream and my insisting that that is what it was brought giggles to our cousins. Those were some pretty cool trips, even if they were boring at times. It is a bit of history that I lived and even today, sitting at a RR crossing or near a track when a train blows by, I am awed by the power and presence trains have...and I remember when me and Betty Lou rode that train together.

 


Comments
on Jan 26, 2009

What a difference 10 years makes (our age difference I think). My mother and siblings went by train once.  But the rest of the time, we took I-40 and Route 66!  I knew every inch of that road.  Must have been at least 10 times (5 there and 5 back).  And it was long in a car too! (We had an old dodget van, big honking thing - but then there was 9 of us by the last trip).

I miss those old Indian posts with the reptile zoos, the indian jewelry (tomahawks and spears).  I miss those trips - but not really.  My wife and I go out to the left coast twice a year (on average) and fly.  About $300 each round trip.  About 7 hours in the air, and another 4-5 going through the air ports.

I dont miss the car rides that much after all.

Oh, and the picture?  If I had to guess, I would say Lionel.  For the detail.

on Jan 26, 2009

Oh, and the picture? If I had to guess, I would say Lionel. For the detail.

No...it is actually the Super Chief resting in a train museum somewhere in CA.  She stayed in service until AMTRAK was formed in 1971. 

We made those trips in a car a time or two as well.  We just drove out to Phoenix then San Diego in November.  The old trading posts are still there and still sucking in tourists.  We have some petrified wood ear rings, a piece of silver and turquoise stuff, too. This trip it was my turn, I got a hat.

on Jan 26, 2009

Train travel is THE most enjoyable form of travel, IMHO.  Took an AmTrak from Flagstaff to St. Louis in the early 1970's - loved every minute of it - & really enjoyed rail travel in Europe when we had the chance.  Too bad the pace of life has rendered passenger trains unsustainable here (except as commuter runs).

Great pic, BTW.

on Jan 27, 2009

really enjoyed rail travel in Europe

Have done some of that, too.  But it is way different.  It is a shame that rail couldn't stay competitive with air, because it is a pretty neat way to travel.  Thanx for stopping by.

on Jan 27, 2009

my grandparents used to live in chicago.  their apartment was in the back of the building, four or five stories up. their largest windows faced almost due west providing an unobstructed view of tracks less than a block away  on which such famous ghosts  as the panama limited, city of new orleans, city of miami, 20th century limited and others travelled into and out of chicago. i travelled with my grandmother (and later by myself) from chicago to detroit or vice-versa before amtrak took over. i also rode the city of new orleans from memphis to chicago but nothing like the trips you took.  i truly envy you those.

as to the johnny cash song, one of the true marvels of the net is being able to find music i never dreamed i'd hear again.  over 30 years after losing my last vinyl recording of ray charles at the top of his game in 1962 performing 'drown in my own tears" live, i found it again online and went kinda nuts eventually locating--one tune atta time--three wilson pickett albums that have been outta print forever and about 80% of dorothy love coates' incredible gospel recordings.

great pic too!

on Jan 27, 2009

one of the true marvels of the net is being able to find music i never dreamed i'd hear again.

Aint't it great?  In the last couple of years I have found the words and music to songs from my youth that I haven't even heard in 30-40 years...this JC song being a prime example.  The internet is truly amazing.  College kids don't even know what the "Stacks" are anymore.  Research that would have taken days or weeks or, in some cases, a lifetime can be found in a matter of minutes at the old PC.  Thanks for stoppin' in.

on Jan 27, 2009

LW - give it a rest, girl.

on Jan 27, 2009

Your grandson is a freak about trains (specially Thomas), and hopefully we'll be able to get him on one while he's still young. Chris wants to take him to Michigan on the train, but she found out she'd have to take a bus from Chicago, and she don't wanna do that. Jacob often tells me that he wishes Thomas was real so he can ride on him.

And goats. Goats are cool. Got any goat stories?

All his goat stories are of the Pontiac variety.

on Jan 27, 2009

quote]And goats. Goats are cool. Got any goat stories?[/quote]

 

All his goat stories are of the Pontiac variety.
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I did post a story about chasing a sheep...