An Era Fades into Memories

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 25
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1993
Type Text
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Language eng
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Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title An Era Fades into Memories
Description AN ERA FADES INTO MEMORIES Herald A. Vance Non-Professional First Place Personal Recollection The little girl's eyes grew larger as she stared at the monstrous, black steam locomotive rumbling down the tracks toward her. Toe ground shook beneath her as the scream of the whistle and screech of brakes shattered the quiet of the small Sanpete town. The girl was in no danger, however, as she was well out of harm's way, and this was no more than a regularly scheduled stop for the Denver and Rio Grande passenger train. hi fact, this had almost become a daily ritual for the pretty little five-year-old with long, wavy black hair. She would watch and wait with anticipation for her chance to wave to the stately engineer as the massive machine rolled by. From his window he would wave back as he slowed the mighty engine to stop for passengers and mail at the station a couple of hundred yards further on. There was also an encore as the caboose went past. She favored the man in the caboose as he seemed to have more time to be friendly. One might say she had a ring side seat for the drama that presented itself daily as the tracks were just across the street from her home. Sometimes her father would take her with him to the station to mail letters and let her drop them through die letter slot in the mail coach. She always felt a chill in her spine being so close to that big black monster. The year was 1935, the location was Fairview, Utah, but the scene might have been repeated in any town along the Marysvale Braach on any given day for more than 90 years. To a youngster, nothing in the world could be more awe-inspiring than a close-up view of that enormous hulk of steel and steam, with power seeming to ooze from every rivet. My own memories of the trains that frequented the branch line running from Thistle to Marysvale are from a more distant perspective. I grew up near the north end of Milburn Valley, about two miles beyond sight of the railway. However, I could hear very clearly the sound of the whistle, the chug of the engines and even the clickity-clack of the rails when the atmosphere was just right. As a young boy I used to enjoy trying to identify the sounds and signals to determine just what was taking place, even though all was hidden from view. S3
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 25
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
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