by waaytoomuchintothis » Thu May 29, 2014 11:00 am
When I was a little boy, my great-aunt Adelaide worked for the Illinois Central RR. Actually, when she retired, she had been chasing down lost freight cars for 50 years. When she would take trips with my family down 1950s two-lane blacktop highways, she would point at a boxcar on a siding all overgrown with weeds, and say, "There's one I'm looking for." and she would instantly memorize the car number and write it down for when she got back to the office. She was amazing. She took me all over the eastern US on railroads, every summer. She was also a photographer, and she won many prizes for her shots of architecture and steam engines. The most poignant one, the one that got her international attention, was taken in the Chicago stockyards tower, a shot of a long, long line of massive steam engines, lined up on the scrap siding waiting for the cutters. The snow was fresh, so the tops of the rails were black lines in the black & white photo. The snow covered locomotives were the coldest things I have ever seen. Hundreds of tons of iron and steel, ice cold in the snow, after my entire life of seeing and feeling the intense heat of steam engines... I cried, sitting there on a stool, while she made the photo. I didn't know it, but she also took my picture with tears running down my cheek looking at the locos from the window. She didn't publish that one, but she did give it to my grandmother who kept it by her bed the rest of her life.