Occasionally, if I had a day off, I'd take the train to Kansas City for the day. Depending on the schedule, we in Ottawa had a choice of two railroads to K.C., the Santa Fe and the Missouri Pacific.
Sometimes, when I didn't have much to do, I'd walk the
two miles from my dorm up to the Santa Fe station at the north end of town and
watch those trains go by. It was neatest when a Chief
came by at 89 miles an hour! It was also fun to watch
the engineer catch his orders off the pole:
or just watching the train arrive from Tulsa:

| In Hamilton, there was a line from Emporia to Moline right downtown, about 3 blocks from my
house (which was at the west edge of town). Going downtown meant crossing the
tracks. You had to be careful. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, you'd check
the tracks to the north to see whether the train was coming. On Tuesday, Thursday
and Saturday, you'd check the tracks to the south. On Sunday, there wasn't a
train.
The trip to AbileneMy fondest memory on the Santa Fe was as the last passenger ever (as far as I can tell) on the line from Strong City to Abilene. I did it during the Spring Break at Hamilton High School. It was listed as a mixed train, so I went to Emporia and bought a ticket from Strong City. When I got to Strong City, I wasn't positive the train hadn't already left, so I drove up to Hymer and flagged down the train. The conductor was shocked! He hadn't had a passenger for years. He said the passenger car was uninhabitable, so he invited me to ride in the way car (Santa Fe for caboose). On the return trip, I got to ride in the engine. | ![]() |
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