davestan_ksan wrote:Hey Pep, are those real pics of your Grandad? Awesome pics. Are they scanned?
Yuppo . . . gramps, the one and only.
Scanned yes. I've got more, but these pertained to the "98".
His favorite locomotive was a Baldwin 2-6-0, the "73". It's still running . . . . Gramps aint

as he passed twenty years ago. But the 73 still hauls tourist trains. Refurbs many years ago.
One quick - or maybe two - stories about Gramps.
Picture a frozen Whitehorse Yukon circa 1950. Christmas Eve. Gramps arrived from Skagway with the northbound behind the 73. he's lonely, and eventually, as in the bunkhouse in Whitehorse generally, tanked. He wants a Christmas tree. So he grabs the 73 - left fired all night because it's winter in the Yukon - we do that up here. He BACKS it out of town, no lights, no horn, no nothing . . . . grabs a Christmas tree he likes, and runs it back in to town.
Busted of course . . .
And then the time the Railroad Union pukes were on strike in 1969. He's picketing outside my Dad's office window. He's a hoghead and Dad is the VP of rail ops. Pop is walking around doing VP shit, and Gramps is freezing his ass off on the picket line.
Dad sees Gramps. Hoists up his steaming hot cup of coffee (with a chaser I'm sure). Gramps replies with the one finger salute.
True, every word.
Yup, those are scanned pics of Gramps running the 98.
EDITL Re the wreck above.
Just south of Whitehorse.
Gramps is the hoghead on the 98, with two 90s in trail and a train. Fifteen containers and six parlor cars.
He sees a washout. Bridge is gone over a small creek. He tosses the 98 (and the other two locos) into the 8th notch and speeds up . . .as fast as he can go. Needless to say, he don't make it.
When my dad arrives, as he did for every wreck, he asked "Emil (that's Gramps name), what the hell were you thinkin'". Gramps replied, simply, "I thought I could get across with the lead engine". So my dad's followon question, "Well what the hell did you plan to do with the rest of the train"?
LET'S GO BRANDON!!!!