Yesterday's Idaho Statesman had a story about an old red caboose.
The Nampa, Idaho railroad museum, at the depot,
is rehabbing the old caboose for another museum display.
I sent a letter to the editor thanking them for the story because
it brought back a pleasant memory for me.
It was 1943. My Dad was an employee of the Union Pacific.
We lived right next to the railroad tracks. A little freight train
would go by every morning and return every afternoon.
One day my mother took me (age 8), my sister (age 12) and
my infant brother for a ride on the little red caboose. We lived
in Pingree, Idaho (population 51). We rode from Pingree to
Aberdeen. Only about 20 miles, but we also rode back so it
was twice that. A real big deal for an 8 year old boy.
I don't know if it was customary for freight trains to carry
passengers in the caboose, or if just a favor for an employee's
family, but it's a pleasant memory.
The Nampa, Idaho railroad museum, at the depot,
is rehabbing the old caboose for another museum display.
I sent a letter to the editor thanking them for the story because
it brought back a pleasant memory for me.
It was 1943. My Dad was an employee of the Union Pacific.
We lived right next to the railroad tracks. A little freight train
would go by every morning and return every afternoon.
One day my mother took me (age 8), my sister (age 12) and
my infant brother for a ride on the little red caboose. We lived
in Pingree, Idaho (population 51). We rode from Pingree to
Aberdeen. Only about 20 miles, but we also rode back so it
was twice that. A real big deal for an 8 year old boy.
I don't know if it was customary for freight trains to carry
passengers in the caboose, or if just a favor for an employee's
family, but it's a pleasant memory.