Long live the SWs

Back in November, I was visiting family in the Sarnia area around Remembrance Day, which meant a bit of time trackside, of course. I don't get many chances to see large rail yards or busy rail freight corridors in action, so it was a nice change of pace for me.

When I was at CN's Sarnia rail yard, I trained my camera lens on the nearby former roundhouse, now a workshop for LDS, Lambton Diesel Specialists. It's a bit of a challenge getting good shots of the motive power outside the old roundhouse, as you have to shoot across a fair number of tracks. However, this is the only way to get quality images legally as there are no other publicly available vantage points around this facility. The mist in the air the day I was there didn't help.

This was the image that got me to thinking a bit.

This is a shot of two old EMD SW units, one appears to have been painted black. It's possible it was used as an LDS switcher, as the company has used old SW1200s over the years in a black and grey scheme, like the one in this image below. Both of these units still have bells atop their hood, which is increasingly rare these days. I've seen many old engines at this facility being scavenged for parts, but these two still look to have some life in them.

The SW1200 was once an ubiquitous presence on most major freight railways. In Sarnia, these units were all over Sarnia yard, not to mention the industrial spurs radiating out of the yard. CN would use them on the St. Clair River Industrial Spur all the way south to Courtright, not to mention on the Point Edward Spur, which used to connect to the CN ferry for oversize cars. The SWs would bring lines of autoracks and hi-cube boxcars to the old ferry yard near Front Street, so they could be ferried across the river to Port Huron, Michigan.

Now, these units are almost exclusively the domain of private owners and industrial trackage. You'd be hard pressed to find them on any major railway. CN now uses its rebuilt GP9s in Sarnia, some with slugs attached. CP uses its GP20ECO units, which were built off the platforms of old GP9s.

Yet, seeing those two SW units back in November was a cool sighting for me, especially as one was clearly numbered 7316 and appeared to be a Nova Chemicals switcher. Nova owns several refineries in and around Sarnia, all of which are rail served. Its recently expanded Corunna operation has a large rail yard running along Highway 40, mostly hidden behind an earthen berm. You can see it from a nearby overpass and can get some shots if you are in the passenger seat.
 

This shot, above, is not an SW1200, but an earlier model from the same EMD line. This unit has no number, so it's a bit difficult to figure out what it is. But the point of sharing the image is that this engine is one of the survivors of a highly successful line of switcher locomotives, possibly one of EMD's most successful freight lines outside its GP38-2s and SD40-2.

The SW line of switchers began with the SW1, which began production in 1935. The SW line continued in production until 1974, when the most popular of the series, the SW1200 and SW1500 (and the variations) ended production. That's a remarkable run of nearly 40 years. At one point, this line was meant to be a response to the popular Baldwin S line of switchers, which were common at one point in many rail yards. It wasn't long before EMD claimed the title for the most successful yard power.

 

Today, many of the old SWs are long gone or hidden away in industrial operations. I find it interesting that they were largely supplanted in some cases by GP9s, engines that in some instances were much older. I suppose the rebuild program in CN's case was what tipped the scales in favour of the GP9s.

 

Whenever I get back to Sarnia and see a few of the old SW1200s kicking around the roundhouse, I smile and think back to when I used to see them doing yeoman's work in the yard, up until the mid- to late 1990s. 

 

I also think back to when they powered some of the freights on the Kawartha Lakes Railway through Peterborough when I lived there. 

 

There's even these shots I inherited of a few SWs in Essex Terminal Rail colours in Windsor. 

 

 

It's safe to say that this could be one of the most successful engines to ever grace the rails in Canada and possibly North America. I miss them. 

The Budd cars return to Windsor after dark

This is part II of my Windsor history series. You can read the first entry by clicking here.

In August 2022, when I was taking photos of the interesting pieces of rolling stock at the Waterloo Central Railway's St. Jacobs yard, I spotted an RDC unit tucked away in the yard, far enough away from my vantage point on a nearby street that I couldn't get a clean photograph of it. But I got a reasonable shot. I give the volunteers running this operation credit. They painted the unit in the Canadian Pacific maroon and gold scheme, albeit lettered for the Waterloo Central. This maroon scheme predated the ubiquitous CP multimark scheme that was adopted in 1968. It got me to thinking.

In the late 1960s and early 1970s, it was clear that highways had supplanted passenger rail services as the dominant form of short-distance travel in much of Canada. Despite various attempts to modernize their service or innovate after the Second World War, both CP and CN were hemorrhaging money on their passenger services. In CN's case, it was a government owned corporation, which tended to soften the blow, but also force its hand to stick with its passenger services. CP was a different story, as it was not a government owned entity, although it was still subject to the same regulation that mandated passenger service standards at the time. So, in a sense, CP had the worst of all worlds.

That said, CP and CN were going in different directions as the 1970s approached. One was investing and another was actively bailing out.

At this time, my Dad had moved with his family to Windsor, Ont., as my grandfather was transferred from CP's facilities in Chapleau, in Northern Ontario, to the Windsor shops. In my Dad's case, this meant, as a teenager, he found himself with his first job at the CP yards in Windsor alongside my grandfather, who was a rolling stock mechanic.

My grandfather usually worked the RIP track, which is short for the repair-in-place track. He sometimes would work in the shed near the roundtable as well. There were times that he would be dispatched to wrecks around southern Ontario to ensure that the main line would be clear as quickly and safely as possible following an accident. In short, my grandfather did a little bit of everything. By contrast, my Italian grandfather (Nonno in Italian) was also living in Windsor at this time, but he had long since moved on from his work as a general track labourer with CP, which he did in the Crowsnest Pass district of B.C.

My Dad often worked nights at the CP yard alongside my grandpa. At the time, CP was still maintaining a national passenger network. A peak at the CP schedule from 1968 shows that there were two daily trains between Toronto and Windsor in both directions. This image below was taken from Steve Boyko's collection. Steve is the author of the traingeek.ca blog. He graciously allowed me to use this image for this post. 

The timetable gives you clues as to CP's state of mind regarding regional passenger rail at the time. The four trips were all made with Dayliners, which is a fancy term for RDCs. The schedule shows two RDCs made morning runs, one from Toronto heading west at 8:30 a.m. and one from Windsor heading east at 7:15 a.m. The eastbound to Toronto arrived at 11:20 while the westbound to Windsor arrived at 12:40 p.m. That means a four-hour trip. A bit slow, but not bad considering the stops made en route. 

The evening trains followed similar schedules. The evening train out of Toronto heading west left Union Station at 6:30 p.m. and arrived in Windsor at 10:40 p.m. The eastbound out of Windsor left at 5:05 p.m. and arrived in Toronto at 9:15 p.m. 

So what are the clues that CP was not prioritizing the passenger service, other than the fact that the Budds were doing the hauling? Look closely at the left of the image and you see that the schedule advises that there are "Meal Stations" en route where food can be purchased at city prices. In other words, there appears to be no service on the train. It's also worth noting that CP has a bus service to Kitchener from its Galt passenger station, since Galt (part of Cambridge now) is quite a way from Kitchener and Waterloo.

The final clue as to what CP was thinking at the time can be found on the notation at the bottom of the schedule which lists Windsor's passenger terminal as "Tecumseh Road and Crawford Avenue." This is what my Windsor rail friend and blog contributor Kevin O'Neil said of the CP passenger terminal.

"CP’s Budd Cars stopped at Tecumseh W and Crawford. The whole intersection was realigned a few years ago so the two distinct wings of Tecumseh were connected with a sweeping curve, covering part of the Crawford right-of-way. The building that held the CP Express transfer docks is still there, although it hasn’t belonged to CP in the years of my conscious memory. It belonged to a private cartage company for many years, and now it’s a warehouse for a restaurant equipment supplier. I’ve never been able to pinpoint the location of the Budd waiting room."

 

So, in other words, CP had some sort of makeshift waiting room for passengers in a freight facility. Not uncommon in the days where railways were actively trying to discourage passenger travel. Now compare that image in your head to the Canadian Pacific's terminal near the Detroit River, which served from 1880 into the 1930s. I don't know that I have ever seen anything like this.

 

Image and the one that follows beneath are from the Southwestern Ontario Digital Archives at the University of Windsor and are used for informational purposes only, as per the disclaimer stated on the SWODA website. 

 

After this station was demolished, CP moved its passenger operations into the Michigan Central station on Pelletier Street until it improvised a waiting room at the former corner of Tecumseh and Crawford in the 1960s. The MCR station was used by the New York Central's Canadian operations (legally the Canada Southern Railway, a subsidiary of MCR, which was owned by NYC) before its operations were merged into Penn Central and eventually Conrail. At this point, there were no passenger services offered by this successor railway, as Conrail's birth came after the establishment of Amtrak.

 

Sadly, this station is no longer around, as it was a victim of arson some years back. I do recall reading about this, but my thanks to Kevin for reminding me. 

 

So back to my Dad. I do recall him telling me about his two most vivid memories of working in CP's yard during his early years. He told me he recalled walking alongside freight trains that had just arrived and filling the journal boxes with oil. This was, of course, at a time when there was still rolling stock around that used journals instead of roller bearings. Essentially, the axles were kept in running condition by fabric that was coated in oil. When these boxes containing this fabric and oil leaked and the oil spilled out, the axles would get hot. This is the origin of the term "hot box" I am told. 

 

My Dad's other memory? He told me one of his jobs was to clean out the Budd cars that had arrived from Toronto. This is where his job got interesting. He often found that the cars were quite a mess when they arrived in the yard for servicing. He said it was quite common to find beer and liquor bottles on the cars, as well as a surprising amount of money. His suggestion was that there was usually an unsavoury element that rode these trains into Windsor at night. 

 

Luckily for my Dad, Ontario Hydro offered him a better job with benefits and hours at the J. Clark Keith thermal generating station in Windsor (long since closed). His life on the railway and cleaning out the Budd cars was mercifully short.

Anticipation

I assume this feeling is as old as railways themselves. You know that feeling you get, whether you are a railfan or not, when you first see the light of the engine coming your way? Perhaps it's that feeling you get on a station platform, knowing that your train will soon be arriving, and thus, taking you to where you want to go, whether it be home for a rest (pun intended) or to the waiting arms of a loved one elsewhere. 

Or it could simply be the feeling that a train will soon rush by where you are standing, breaking the momentary peace. You can already smell the creosote and hear the clicking and buzzing of insects trackside. Perhaps it's just a light hush of wind over the shimmering snow in winter. 

It's the feeling of anticipation.

You see your quarry before you can hear it. Sometimes, it's the faint rumble you feel before the horn sounds. Sometimes, there is no horn at all, just a bell (or possibly an electronic approximation). But the train always comes and the moment is usually charged. It might amble by you slowly, as you bathe in the heat and exhaust lines emanating from the power. Or it might rush by you, swallowing you up in its slipstream, carrying you a half step off kilter with its wind.

I've always enjoyed that feeling that something is coming and you don't always know what it is. Will there be an old car from a long-forgotten fallen flag in tow? Will it be a unit train with an endless line of tank cars? Is it a container train, with its colourful assortment of boxes stacked two high for a mile? Or is it simply a sleek, streamlined, orderly Venture set?

When I was growing up in my hometown, the rail line was a quick minute bike ride from my house. The crossing had very few visual obstructions, as there was no town to speak of where I used to watch the trains go by. Now, there are homes, a car wash, commercial development and other developments of all sorts. 

One time in Peterborough, as I was going for an evening jog along Lansdowne Street, I saw the crossing signals go down and heard the train coming. I had more than enough time to cross the tracks, but I didn't. I stopped, took a breath, and watched as two SW1200s and a mixed freight rushed by, on their way to Havelock. 

When I lived in Kitchener, my gym backed onto the tracks, and there were a few windows for train watching. I recall a time when I stopped what I was doing, and watched a local shunt a few cars into the Lancaster Street yard, with the conductor braving the elements, manning the switches.

Even now, with very little to see, I can still sometimes hear the passing Via Rail trains a ways off from my home, breaking through the hum of the city, letting me know they are on their way to their destination.

And that feeling returns. Anticipation. What does that train look like? Where is it going? What stories does it hold?

Timeless.