





From the time I was a little boy growing up in Wisconsin Rapids, I have been fascinated with Trains.
In recent years I have been able to live out quite a few of my dreams of "riding the rails" and seeing some of the most amazing and majestic sights that God has created in this country by taking some pretty awesome Amtrak trips both out to the west coast and back from NYC.
I was lucky enough to live one block from the "train tracks" that ran through the Rapids....the tracks were at the end of the block on 15th Ave. My Avenue..... and my life. And at times those tracks took on a life of their own.
So....come along for a short ride down memory lane if you like.....
I spent many a summer day playing on the tracks, walking along the side of or on the wooden planks that must have been placed there many many years before by who knows who. I would also walk on the metal rails and try to see how far I could get without loosing my balance.
We would also put pennies on the tracks and wait for the trains to pass by and "smoosh" them and then marvel at how flat those coins were. Some old guy once told us that we were "defacing" U.S Currency and that was illegal...thus we were supposedly breaking the law....ikkes!!!
I also hopped on the train cars as they were moving and once almost made it to Stevens Point before hopping off and then the train back just didn't come and I ended up walking the 14 miles back home. My feet were killing me after that one. I never told my parents...I must have been about 10 years old at that time.
Memories....I tell you.
I would also walk through the woods that were behind the tracks and that was my "wilderness" and a big part of my life back then. My friends and I even built forts and tree houses out in those woods. It was our getaway from everything. I cant even begin to imagine how many hours were spent around those tracks...but it must have been a good portion of my childhood.
In later years as I grew up and became a teenager, I still wondered to the tracks and those woods. Mainly to think and get away from the crowded conditions of living with 4 other siblings, and sometimes to do things that teenagers do such as smoke cigarettes, drink a beer or (shhhh here!!) smoke a "doobie" or a "joint". (Those were a few of the names we called marijuana cigarettes back in the 70s.)
After I got my driver's license and my first car, I would often drive over to the edge of the woods and sit and listen to my favorite music (Firefall, Steve Miller, 38 Special, The Outlaws, Lynnard Skinnard, Kiss, Cheap Trick....ya I know I am dating myself here)....sometimes by myself and at other times with my friends.
On one of my infrequent trips back to Wisconsin Rapids a few years ago, I decided to check out the old train tracks and the woods and "my old pathways". The paths were still there and it looked like young kids still hung out back there and built "forts" and stuff. It was such a blast walking those paths that I had come to think of as "my own" way back then. I often wonder if my nephew Josh (who grew up in the house that I was born and raised in for most of my childhood) ever discovered the joys of those tracks and the woods that surround that "wonderland of my youth".
I may just have to give him a call and ask him.
Then there were the train trips to Milwaukee to visit my mother's favorite cousin Anita and her three daughters....(those memories alone could fill up two whole notebooks and someday I may just write a long story about this most memorable woman who died way too young...just like my mom)....
I don't know if we made more than one trip as only one stands out in my memory. But that trip was one of discovery and amazement...especially for a little boy of 10 or 11. Back then (must have been the mid 70s's) train travel was already on the decline for the railroad companies and I think that the train that we took from the Rapids to Milwaukee was called the "Hiawatha" which by the way is the name of the current Amtrak train that travels from Milwaukee to Chicago on a daily basis. (I am not sure if this was part of the "Soo Line" or the "Central Wisconsin Line" or the "Green Bay and Western Line" but from the pictures above that I found, the trains in those photos remind me of exactly what the train looked like that we rode on...so GB &W is probably the line we rode on...but if anyone knows for sure they can let me know that would be great).
I hope the guy who had those pics on his site doesnt mind that I used them on here. When I found them I was so shocked...I never thought I would see photos of those trains in a million years............I remember as we were passing through the Wisconsin Dells and we were on this bridge going over the Wisconsin River and we stopped. I looked down and I saw "dinosaurs" on one side and "fairy tale settings" on the other. It was so cool.
As we got further south, I vaguely remember the train stopping for some reason. I think it was engine problems. I do remember they let us off the train for a bit and as we were walking around, my brother's shoe fell off and I recall it getting lodged beneath the track or something. Just as the train conductor blew the whistle and called the "All Aboard", I remember my mom franticly trying to grab that shoe and we were running for the door to the train.....and there was my brother hopping along with "one shoe on and one shoe off" as we climbed the steps onto the train car!!
Years later I would be driving through a town called Port Washington which is about 45 minutes north of Milwaukee and I came upon a train depot. Memories came flooding back of that day I just mentioned with my mom and my brother and the "shoe incident". It felt like "dejavu" and a "dream" all at the same time. Did it really happen?
I think it did, but so much of my early childhood is a fog at times. But oh how I now realize how very lucky I was to have had those experiences and those memories.
And with that comes the memories of many happy times with a very loving family. I think back on that train trip and how weak my mother had become in her last years and I often wonder how she handled all of us. I know my dad wasn't on that trip. So here is a woman with three kids in "tow" and traveling from Wisconsin Rapids to Milwaukee....how did she do it??
The only word I can think of is "WOW".......
What brings all these memories floating back to me??
A story that I found on the Milwaukee Journal Website talks about a bunch of old guys who sit at the Amtrak station here in Racine (which by the way is an old antique which is set for demolition as soon as the new train station is built about a mile down the road). I have been there a few times and it is an old rotting building and isn't worth a second look to most people. To me I can understand their passion though. If I had more time I might just be joining them on their nightly gatherings.....who knows...
I just may one of these days.
The story in it's entirety from the Milwaukee Journal..... and I hope everyone has a great weekend.
PS: I have the next two days off and I just had a thought. I think I want to take a drive up to Wisconsin Rapids and say hi to my mom and visit her grave (which for that reason alone has been way too long) and maybe rekindle some more of those "foggy" childhood memories.
Who knows...I may take some photos of my old home town so some of the things I just talked about can be seen by all of those that bother to read this post.
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All aboard
Hooked on the rumble and roar of America's railways, enthusiasts often spend hours train-spotting
By ALICE L. CHANG
mailto:CHANGachang@journalsentinel.comSturtevant - They gather in a lobby with dingy white wooden walls, two fluorescent lights and four rows of ripped gray and black chairs
With its free parking, the Amtrak depot in Sturtevant often serves as the meeting place for train enthusiasts Miles Ribble, Richard Peters, Robert Morris and Jason Govednik. There, or sometimes in other depots from Kenosha to northern Illinois, the men take in the sights and sounds of America's railways.
Between train sightings, Ribble (from left), Peters, Govednik and Morris trade trivia and stories. Frequently, their talk turns to the Amtrak depot under construction about a mile north of this one. The men are concerned about whether parking will remain free and whether they will be allowed inside the station to watch trains.
Two knee-high heaters chained to the wall provide a slight source of warmth while a scanner lies on a window ledge, catching every snippet of conversation at frequency 160.77.
They often eat dinner together. Sometimes they bring their televisions and watch videos. Or they trade trivia. It's almost always about locomotives.
They are train fans. This passion, this obsession, draws these people together for four to eight hours at a time almost every night. Sometimes they meet in train stations from Kenosha to northern Illinois, but usually, they gather in Sturtevant, the only depot in the area with free parking.
"I've always been a fan of trains. I just came out and realized I could sit and watch them," says Miles Ribble, 76, of Racine, who used to work for the Tree Machine Tool Co. in Racine. He has been watching trains regularly at depots for 12 years. "After retirement, I came for enjoyment. It helps pass the time."
On a recent evening, Ribble, Richard Peters, Robert Morris and Jason Govednik met at the Amtrak depot in Sturtevant.
"The gate's going down. Amtrak's due in five minutes," says Govednik, 32, of Racine, a bus driver, looking out the window.
"Listen to the rumble", Morris, 24, a forklift operator from Pleasant Prairie, opens the station door and sticks his head out. A few of the men exit into the cold night air to watch the train roar by.
A few minutes later, another train speeds past.
"They painted it," Ribble says. "The first car is clean. They must've washed it."
Back inside the depot, the conversation jumps from the Marquette Interchange to photographing the Amish; from the rail park in Rochelle, Ill., to Morris' grandmother's cooking skills. Frequently, their talk turns to the Amtrak depot under construction about a mile north of the current one. The men are concerned about whether parking will remain free and whether they will be allowed inside the station to watch trains. They're afraid there will be a "no loitering" policy.
"We're hoping they let us sit around," said Peters, 59, a retired equipment installer. "We help customers with schedules and tickets."
Sturtevant village President Steve Jansen said in a later interview that parking will be free, at least initially. Jansen also welcomes train watchers because he thinks they will add to the station's security.
If things don't work out at the new station in the long run, the men will devise a plan. They've found a parking lot by a restaurant in Franksville where they can watch trains in the summer, but there's no bathroom nearby. When winter comes, they might need to admire the locomotives from inside their cars.
"We'll bundle up," Morris said. "We'll work out the details."
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