Trains in Utah
William John Gilbert Gould, edited by William R. Gould, My Life on Mountain Railroads (Logan, UT: Utah State University Press, 1995).
My Life on Mountain Railroads is an enjoyable collection of stories told by a fifty-year railroad veteran. The author begins his career as a "hustler helper" in the Denver Rio Grande Roundhouse in Salt Lake City. Before he turned twenty-one, the required age for a fireman, he was firing for the railroad. During his career, he witnessed the evolution of the railroads, from manual signals directing coal-fired locomotives with oil running lamps to electric signals guiding diesel electric trains.
Gould was born in Wales in 1888. He and his family moved to the United States after converting to the Mormon faith. Most of his father’s brothers took positions in coal mines in central Utah, but he went to work for the railroad, eventually becoming a section foreman. Gould grew up along the tracks in the Tintic mining district southwest of Salt Lake City where his stories begins.
Most of Gould’s stories are from his time as a fireman on the Rio Grande, especially firing steam engines over the steep mountain grades. Coming down off Soldier’s Summit was especially tricky, when a bit of frozen condensation in a brake line could result in a disaster. He recalls how firemen had to be careful lighting the running lamps on the front of a locomotive, for if the wick was too high, the airflow into the lamp would cause the flame to smut up the globe. Then the fireman would have to walk out in front of the engine and clean the globe, a dangerous task when the train was moving. The fireman also had to be careful that his fire not "clinker over," causing the boiler to produce less steam.
Gould also tells secrets of the trade. Firemen and engineers, sometime stranded on a siding for hours, would trade coal for a good hot meal. Other engineers would develop a special whistle sequence that they’d blow coming into town so their wives would know to get dinner ready. When the sequence was learned by others, they’d imitate the same sequence, causing his wife to prepare dinner early and causing him to have a "cold dinner," when he finally make it back to town.
Gould never finished his stories. He died just a few years after retiring in 1958. His final years of employment was as a engineer on a diesel electric for the Utah Railroad, a shortline that hauls coal from the mining camps in Carbon and Emery Counties. He’d gone to work with the Utah Railroad in order to be home at night. Unfortunately, Gould never got around to discussing the transition from steam to diesel.
My Life on Mountain Railroads is an enjoyable collection of stories told by a fifty-year railroad veteran. The author begins his career as a "hustler helper" in the Denver Rio Grande Roundhouse in Salt Lake City. Before he turned twenty-one, the required age for a fireman, he was firing for the railroad. During his career, he witnessed the evolution of the railroads, from manual signals directing coal-fired locomotives with oil running lamps to electric signals guiding diesel electric trains.
Gould was born in Wales in 1888. He and his family moved to the United States after converting to the Mormon faith. Most of his father’s brothers took positions in coal mines in central Utah, but he went to work for the railroad, eventually becoming a section foreman. Gould grew up along the tracks in the Tintic mining district southwest of Salt Lake City where his stories begins.
Most of Gould’s stories are from his time as a fireman on the Rio Grande, especially firing steam engines over the steep mountain grades. Coming down off Soldier’s Summit was especially tricky, when a bit of frozen condensation in a brake line could result in a disaster. He recalls how firemen had to be careful lighting the running lamps on the front of a locomotive, for if the wick was too high, the airflow into the lamp would cause the flame to smut up the globe. Then the fireman would have to walk out in front of the engine and clean the globe, a dangerous task when the train was moving. The fireman also had to be careful that his fire not "clinker over," causing the boiler to produce less steam.
Gould also tells secrets of the trade. Firemen and engineers, sometime stranded on a siding for hours, would trade coal for a good hot meal. Other engineers would develop a special whistle sequence that they’d blow coming into town so their wives would know to get dinner ready. When the sequence was learned by others, they’d imitate the same sequence, causing his wife to prepare dinner early and causing him to have a "cold dinner," when he finally make it back to town.
Gould never finished his stories. He died just a few years after retiring in 1958. His final years of employment was as a engineer on a diesel electric for the Utah Railroad, a shortline that hauls coal from the mining camps in Carbon and Emery Counties. He’d gone to work with the Utah Railroad in order to be home at night. Unfortunately, Gould never got around to discussing the transition from steam to diesel.
posted by sage | 12:44 PM
1 Comments:
I do so love trains! They run right past my house. Last summer, I met a fellow who had travelled across Canada, hopping trains. He actually made a short film about it. His discription of slinging a hammock on the back of a freight car and staring up at the stars in the night prarie sky were very poetic. He said the whole sky would seem like it was rotating above you whenever the train turned a corner.
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