The Portland Rose was in town the other day. Union Pacific Railroad took this beautiful old train out of storage and gave it a brief "nostalgia run" through the Northwest. Aunt Sandy wanted to take EM so I tagged along. This old locomotive at the front of the Rose was not part of the original (diesel engine) train but it was wonderful to see it. Aunt Sandy's daddy (Grandpa Lindy) was an engineer on the Santa Fe line in Southern California. The engineer drives the train, Clam. He's the boss of the train.
Look at how enormous these old wheels are. Amazing!
Aunt Sandy told EM a little of her family history. Grandma Faye used to take the train to Texas and Oklahoma to see family. She had a pass because Grandpa Lindy was an engineer with the railroad. She could take all four children, travel economically and have a great time to boot. EM wanted to go for a ride, she was ready to climb on board.
This man works for Union Pacific. He would love to see the Portland Rose operating as a passenger train once again. But for today it's "Sorry, no passengers." Too bad, Em. Maybe Grandma Sandy can take you on the Silver Bullet sometime. It travels from Los Angeles to Chicago and New York City. Check that out on your map. Might be fun!
Visitors were not allowed inside the train cars, which was a disappointment to us all. This is an old dome car, sometimes called a club car. The entire roof is made of plastic glass; at night when you rode in the dome car, you could see all kinds of stars. It was a unique experience. Flying in an airplane is much faster, but it does not compare to the joys of traveling by train. Ask your mama, grandchildren. Before she overcame her dislike of airplanes, your mama took the train at least twice between Arizona and DC.
This is Big Mike, the locomotive that stays at the depot year around. It is similar to the locomotive on the Rose, just not as tall. You came to see it when you were here visiting me. It is a beautiful old engine. The Portland Rose left town yesterday. It has one of those mournful whistles that can't be imitated but once you hear it you never forget. It makes you want to take a trip somewhere. Most anywhere, just as long as you can ride on the Rose.
The Portland Rose was in town the other day. Union Pacific Railroad took this beautiful old train out of storage and gave it a brief "nostalgia run" through the Northwest. Aunt Sandy wanted to take EM so I tagged along. This old locomotive at the front of the Rose was not part of the original (diesel engine) train but it was wonderful to see it. Aunt Sandy's daddy (Grandpa Lindy) was an engineer on the Santa Fe line in Southern California. The engineer drives the train, Clam. He's the boss of the train.
Look at how enormous these old wheels are. Amazing!
Aunt Sandy told EM a little of her family history. Grandma Faye used to take the train to Texas and Oklahoma to see family. She had a pass because Grandpa Lindy was an engineer with the railroad. She could take all four children, travel economically and have a great time to boot. EM wanted to go for a ride, she was ready to climb on board.
This man works for Union Pacific. He would love to see the Portland Rose operating as a passenger train once again. But for today it's "Sorry, no passengers." Too bad, Em. Maybe Grandma Sandy can take you on the Silver Bullet sometime. It travels from Los Angeles to Chicago and New York City. Check that out on your map. Might be fun!
Visitors were not allowed inside the train cars, which was a disappointment to us all. This is an old dome car, sometimes called a club car. The entire roof is made of plastic glass; at night when you rode in the dome car, you could see all kinds of stars. It was a unique experience. Flying in an airplane is much faster, but it does not compare to the joys of traveling by train. Ask your mama, grandchildren. Before she overcame her dislike of airplanes, your mama took the train at least twice between Arizona and DC. 
This is Big Mike, the locomotive that stays at the depot year around. It is similar to the locomotive on the Rose, just not as tall. You came to see it when you were here visiting me. It is a beautiful old engine. The Portland Rose left town yesterday. It has one of those mournful whistles that can't be imitated but once you hear it you never forget. It makes you want to take a trip somewhere. Most anywhere, just as long as you can ride on the Rose.
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