Here is the famous Wednesday Route Update thread. No update on Friday, but were still, as ever, plugging away.
I put off posting this until Walden was done. Well, its been a month, and time for me post what I promised myself that I would do. You read me writing about being 'highly motivated' and 'dedicated' to building this. With all the typing I do, I wonder you all think not just how do I do it but why. There are so many memories wrapped up in this. It so strange to study the landscape so much and try to make it look right and do it for so long and not quit. I try so hard to bring the Erie Lackawanna back, part of it is just wrong. Its wrong to bring back something that has been gone so long. You cant bring back the past, you have to live today and remember it all for it to last, But something back there, in past, is part of me. I don't want to lose it I just don't. I do the best I can too make it right - it just can never be what I saw and experienced. So much is wrapped up in the time period I keep talking about. What it was like back then. It was such a loss to see the railroad go. It was different time then and I miss it. I am glad that I was aware that it was something special, the railroad, the 1970s, my family and my friends and my youth.
I want to dedicate this work to my friend Jerry.
Our fathers worked together on the Erie Lackawanna and since our mutual interest was trains and the "Erie" we spent a lot of time together in grade school. He was always asking me where my dad was working (Scanton - Mahwah) and telling me what his Dad was up to (conductor Middletown). I used to visit his house in Sparrowbush. His parents loved him very much and indulged his train interest. He had the most extensive collection of HO scale Erie, Lackawanna and Erie Lackawanna equipment I have ever seen. I would say, conservatively it was in the 100s. We would lay track out on the wood floor and set up the trains and run them around for hours and hours. It took hours just to put them all away. I knew at that time, he had his own special relationship with the railroad. He loved the Erie. No doubt. Comparatively, I liked the Railroad. By 1976, we knew it was all over, Conrail was coming in and it wasn't going to be the same. I changed after that, but my friend didn't. He still saw the Erie. As far as he was concerned, as long as the track was there it was still Erie.
I moved away from the town we grew up in, the year before high-school and we lost touch. Some how he found me years later while I was going to college. When I saw my grown up friend, it was quite the sight. He had long dungarees on, Doc Martin boots, one of those wallets with the chain on it so you don't lose it and a radio scanner on his hip tuned to Conrail. He had some pictures for me of some Susquehanna jobs he saw running through the West End. We talked a bit, and he was doing College and he was looking to work on the railroad. What I remember most is that he loved the railroad more than anything. And to work for it was his supreme goal. I shook my head in wonder that he was so dedicated to his dream. But I beloved him and knew the someway it make it happen.
Below, I am going to use real names, because I don't want him to be forgotten either. If by chance his parents read this, and they know who I am. I spoke to his mother on that last day. I want to say Jerry's mom and dad, what they know: they did a wonderful job with him, he was kind, he was gentle and a very decent human being. People always liked him and the kids at school were good to him.
Move forward a few years - and Jerry got that job on Conrail
I have no idea who told me what happened, it might have been my father. My friend Jerry was on duty in Campbell Hall and was on break or doing paper work in a caboose on a siding. What happened next is a bit unclear. A Westbound freight was switched into or picked the switch that Jerry's caboose was in. He killed at the moment of Collison.
He was 27 years old.
When I saw him for the last time, I never had seen anything like it. There were railroaders from all over the Eastern Seaboard. I saw my uncle and many, many other trainmen, and some were elderly. I was told later there were over 300 people there to pay their respects. At some point, I got to the casket alone. I didn't want to say goodbye. We were the same age, I looked down at him, I was so sorry for him so young, not married yet. It was a small consolation that he died doing what he loved the most. Which is more that I can say about a lot of people, myself included. All the people I talked to at the wake said the same thing. If you were fortunate enough to know him - you would understand.
So, my work is in honor of the best fan of the Erie I have ever and will ever know:
Below is posted from the UNITED TRANSPORTATION UNION ON-LINE EDITION (May 1995)
https://groups.google.com/forum/#!original/misc.activism.progressive/yMCKNovw2is/uVNS17-3IIIJGerald R. Dilger, Trainman for the Consolidated Rail Corporation, who was killed in the of Duty on December 6th 1994.
--Brake operator killed in crash..................##C
Conrail brake operator, UTU member and lifelong rail
enthusiast Gerald Dilger was killed recently in a freak
switching accident at Campbell Hall, N.Y.
Dilger, 27, a member of Local 0060 at Newark, N.J.,
and son of Conrail conductor and Local 0060 member
Richard J. Dilger, was riding the rear platform of a
caboose when an improperly lined switch sent the backing
train onto a wrong track and into an unoccupied
locomotive. He was pronounced dead at the scene.
So for a long time, it was strange working on the route there. To tell you the truth, I wanted it to stop there. I think I told the story, and brought some of you back there with me to relive it. Because the whole time I have been working on this, and thinking about it, I am reliving. It's an amazing gift to relive, in thought, the time, the place and the people. I don't know what else to do. Its just a game. Pixels.
So, anyway, I put my little icon into the scene and Cambpell Hall and ... I just watch over the place and remember what was good.
This is for you Jerry.
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