I believe I was conceived loving trains
I was absolutely fascinated by trains as early as I can remember. I had those little tots snap together wooden tracks you pushed the train around and my dad built me a little ride on locomotive out of a large pole, with the cab, smokestack etc which I pushed myself around on when I was 3 or so years old. I got my first electric (battery) train set god knows when, maybe about 5. Going on the train with my mom to visit my gramma in Hamilton a few times a year was beyond exciting. Waiting on the platform for that first glimpse of the light in the distance, never forget that. And eating lunch in the real dining car which they still had back then for a short period anyways. Every summer from the time I was in rubber pants we'd go to the Detroit Zoo and it was the miniature train I was excited about, not the animals , just that train. The folks could have set me in it and come back hours later and I'd be crying when they tried to get me off no doubt.
One time when I was still around 5-6 my dad told us we were going on a car trip to Toronto and that they had trains running under the street and the cars were over top of it.. I took that to mean that the cars were riding on top of the train. I can still remember that day when we got there and couldn't figure out why there were no cars on to roof of the train like my dad had said HA. Then one Christmas I got my first real electric train set which I continued to add onto for years.
When I was a little older I'd go with my friend or by myself and walk the mile or so towards the train yards and sit there and watch the goings from the side of the overpass. CN donated their loco 6069 to the city and that was thrilling when it steamed into town and it's final resting place on the waterfront, its still there. They were selling shares in it, not that I knew what a share really was but my dad explained it was like owning a piece of it.. so of course I had to have a share. Still have it somewheres around here.
My dad, being from England, always went on about the trains over there, how fast they were, etc etc.. When I was 11 my mom took me and my oldest sister over to England to visit all the relatives. First we stayed with my uncle in London and of course the tube was a major highlight. He took us one day to Alton Towers and lo and behold they had the worlds largest train set there.. it was amazing. But the biggest highlight was when it was time to head up to Newcastle to my grans. We got to the station and lo and behold it was the Flying Scotsman we were going on. I don't think I've ever ever been more excited than that day. It was so different, the coaches with the compartments and the narrow hallway etc. The windows opened,everything, a dream come true for me.
When CN brought out the Turbo train between Toronto and Montreal I pleaded for a trip on that but it never happened. As well the time we did go to Toronto on the train I saw the CP Canadian sitting in Union Station, all stainless steel and shiny with the dome cars just like I'd seen in pictures and postcards. A huge wish of mine to go on that likely wasn't going to happen. It had to be that one, the rival CN Super Continental was a drab green and didn't have dome cars.. Had to go with the dome LOL . That dream never came to be until.....
I never actually thought of working on the railroad, ever. When I graduated highschool I went to first year college to study sociology and behavioral sciences. I wasn't that excited about it as the first year ended but what the hay. The following summer my best friend came down to visit for the weekend and told me he was going to hitchhike out to Vancouver and did I want to come along. He was planning on finding a summer job in a restaurant or something.So I asked the folks and they were ok with it. We got as far as Calgary and decided to split up and meet in Vancouver. I got a ride as far as Banff AB and spent the night in some motel where it hit me that I could actually buy a ticket and take the Canadian the rest of the way to Vancouver. So I got up early in the morning and headed to the little station to await the train. It was really early and cool and there was just this elderly couple standing there and me. So we chatted, they were from Georgia and he was a retired minister. The Mrs. while we were standing there took a jar of Vaseline from her handbag and started rubbing it on her arms, which I thought was strange and she noticed so she explained that "she was allergic to cold" and it was the only thing she had found that would stop her breaking out in hives... Well can you believe it...she couldn't because when I told her I suffered from it as well. Here she was probably about 80 years old and never met another person until me who had the same allergy. I think that made her day if not her trip, that she wasn't the only crazy person on the planet who had an allergy to cold.
So back to trains.. the Canadian arrived and the 3 of us got onboard, bought our tickets onboard and had a wonderful trip through the Rockies.Of course I explored every inch of that train from one end to the other.
My friend Bryan arrived in Vancouver the next day where we'd planned to meet up and chastized me severely for cheating.. oh well,, I got my ride on the Canadian.
We found a weekly rental apartment and set out to find work for the summer. Within a day he'd found a job as a waiter which he already had experience at and I just went around sightseeing really and saw the trains working the docks on the waterfront. I found their employment office but they had a sign on the counter that they weren't hiring any track laborers so I asked the man behind the counter if there was anything. I must have been a sight with my longish hair etc. So he asked if I had any office experience and I said no other than I could type and keypunch and had 2 years of computer programming (fortran, assembler) at highschool.. He asked me how fast I could type and I said something like 60 WPM. He then led me over to a typewriter, put down a test sheet and told me to "start typing" . When he said enough he went over to the phone, called someone and we waited until this older gent in a suit appeared who then escorted me out of the building and over to another building, the wharf freight office, which is where the Pan Pacific Hotel now sits over the water and I started my first day of work. Anyways,, long story short I ended up working in all different areas of the railroad, billing clerk, rate clerk, telex operator, car checker, switchman, back to the office environment, over to piggyback services, anywhere I could keep on working each time I was about to be laid off which was often, something always turned up somewhere and eventually I got promoted to management,, which looking back was the biggest mistake I made. All the fun, all the employee loyalty was fast disappearing in the industry throughout the 90's. I had a lot of opportunities while I was there and gained a lot of first hand experience from the tracks on up. I was glad to go though after 31 years.
