One of the perks of my husband working for a railroad is free rides. This time we rode the caboose.
They just painted the engine. Doesn’t it look spiffy? It’s from 1941 and the caboose is from 1942. Pieces of history.
This is one of the seats where the men riding the caboose would sit to watch the sides of the train. They stick up a little farther than the rest of the cars.
They are kneeling on one of the two beds in the caboose. There is also a stove/kitchen area, bathroom, and clothes locker. Personally, I would need some curtains before I lived in a caboose.
He’s a little young to be a train man, isn’t he? This is my newest nephew who was born on July 31. [8 lbs. 5 oz. and 21 1/2 inches long]
He is the 19th person to call me Aunt, and the youngest caboose rider that night.