...from a photographer's notebook
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Sleeping Diesels ©Steve Ember |
MARC uses these MP-36PH diesels to haul commuter trains Monday through
Friday between Brunswick, Maryland and Washington DC.
On weekends, they get to sleep in ;-)
Last December, on a Sunday afternoon, I found these diesels (and several more),
all lined up with their trains, snoozing outside the Brunswick station. And I had to wonder...
Do diesels dream?
And if they do,
Might they dream like me and
you?
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Diesel pilots and train lines ©Steve Ember
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Do diesels dream,
I’ve often wondered,
When tethered to a power
source?
Might they conjure times long
distant
When Great Grandpa was the
Iron Horse?
Charging down the gleaming mainline
Belching coal smoke
Billowing steam
Making music with their
whistles…
Now there’s a lovely sort of
dream.
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If you're wondering what in tunket a "covered wagon" is, look no further. Reason for the nickname: When heavy maintenance was required, the shop simply lifted off the carbody to get to the guts. This EMD F-7 was a common example. It could pull both freight and passenger trains (as long as it had a steam generator as this one does - in its day, passenger cars' heating, as well as air conditioning, depended on a steam line coming from the locomotive(s). "Great Grandpa"would have approved!) And to explain the reference to the "567" for the non-train-devotee, that was the diesel engine most of these "covered wagons" used as their prime mover. That's the big yellow machine above. It drives a generator to make electricity for the traction motors on the axles (green). This was one of those "growling Fs" to which I refer. E-unit diesels (designed specifically for passenger train service) were longer and sleeker, but had the same family resemblance and "bulldog nose." E's had two 567 prime movers and sat on six axle trucks to carry the increased weight of the machinery inside the "covered wagon." Many thanks to David Gagnon for allowing me to use this great illustration! |
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Or the “Covered Wagons” of
the 'Fifties
Growling F’s and long, sleek
E’s
Challenging the mountain
passes
Roaring ‘cross the boundless
prairies
Super Chief and Twentieth
Century
The Canadian and the Royal
Blue
Southern Crescent, City of Portland
Pennsy’s Broadway Limited,
too.
The mighty 567 made music quite
unique
Each E had two above its wheels
And, oh my, could they speak!
But lash up three or four
together
Hook ‘em up to twenty cars
Notch ‘em up to Run-Eight
setting
They were 'fifties movie
stars.
Does a diesel dream of music
classy
While resting on its massive
chassis?
Does Mercer’s “Laura” make
him sigh?
Does he see Her on a train
that is passing by?
Once, you know, it was romantic,
Not all screeching cell phone
frantic.
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The Canadian was a superb long-distance train run by the Canadian Pacific Railway. It had several dome cars and a full consist of coaches and sleepers, lounges, observation car, great food, attentive staff. Gliding through the Canadian Rockies westward from Banff toward Lake Louise and on toward Vancouver, Molson in hand, in the observation lounge was a rail experience I shall never forget. Howdy, Alf and Joyce! Again, thanks to David Gagnon. And doesn't that ad just say it? |
Mercer, once again, I took a
trip on a train,
And I thought about you.**
And with Gordon Jenkins, a gentle query,
Was it dusty on the train?
P.S. I Love You.
Slumber gently, sleeping
diesels
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Rusting Wheels, Sleeping Diesels ©Steve Ember
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Rest your motors,
Dream your dreams
Monday can arrive too soon, it seems
They’ll wake you up before
the dawn
Time to haul those weary commuters
One giant collective Monday
morning yawn.
Not that you’ll be yawning though
For you have slept the
weekend through
And dreamed the dreams, the
special dreams
That only diesel locomotives
do.
If you'd like to see my Sleeping Diesels in higher definition, please follow this link.
©2013 Steve Ember
** Enjoy some classic Mercer and Van Heusen - All aboard!
Labels: Johnny Mercer, Laura, MARC Commuter Rail, MP-36PH diesel electric locomotive
1 Comments:
"Only You" could dream up such a fanciful theme! I do remember the grandpa trains...chugging through the prairie landscape...stopping at each little railroad station to drop mail, pick up milk in galvanized cans...the conductor giving the "all aboard" call...plush seats...free linen clad pillows...a dining car with fresh flowers, linen tablecloths and napkins... lovely RR silver table settings....and the silver pot that delivered the best hot chocolate ever! All of this excitement experienced on many solo train trips, starting at age 5, to visit my grandparents (60 miles outside of Regina, SK). My grandfather was the Station Agent and resided in a house attached to the train station. The oiled wooden floors had a very distinctive odor....the red geraniums in every window were courtesy of my grandmother. A special treat was to melt the red sealing wax and stamp it with the official seal used for RR correspondence. I spent many happy summers there....greeting the arriving trains and passengers with my grandparents terrier, Tiny. The conductor, Sam Quigley, always had a big smile and a surprise treat for both of us. Thank you, Steve, for triggering those precious, long ago memories with your lovely, poetic ramblings....another winner!!! S.
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