tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932831182639117728.post28587386940686449..comments2023-10-26T07:27:24.375-06:00Comments on St. Monica's Kneeler: At the stationUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932831182639117728.post-2903319983957826382008-10-13T06:23:00.000-06:002008-10-13T06:23:00.000-06:00Ray:My dad worked for the Chicago Northwestern (C&...Ray:<BR/>My dad worked for the Chicago Northwestern (C&NW), but when he started it was the "Omaha", but forget all the letters were, something like CMP&O. I have an old switch key with the letters engraved/stamped on it that I should dig out so I can get it right.<BR/><BR/>My dad loved his job until the 80s when huge changes happened and they began treating the employess terribly. Pretty soon, the railroad was absorbed by another railroad and all the lines in St. Paul are pretty much gone. Fortunately, my dad retired long before that happened.swissmisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11091563100968996825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932831182639117728.post-30869791028623630572008-10-13T05:53:00.000-06:002008-10-13T05:53:00.000-06:00What road did your dad work for, Swissie?My grandp...What road did your dad work for, Swissie?<BR/><BR/>My grandpa was a conductor for the DM&IR out of Proctor for 49+ years. Greatest job in the world, being a conductor on a freight railroad, he said. He'd walk over to the yard office in the morning, pick up the train orders, walk over to the engine, hand them to the engineer, and then head for the caboose, where'd he'd grab his dime western novel and continued reading where he had left off the previous day.<BR/><BR/>At the end of the day he'd take the papers back to the yardmaster and walk home.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08332138030182107580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932831182639117728.post-81493097889156234942008-10-01T05:17:00.000-06:002008-10-01T05:17:00.000-06:00Hooray for loving families of ANY size! The number...Hooray for loving families of ANY size! The number of children doesn't make any difference. What DOES matter is how children are loved and cared for within the family. As a teacher I've had the opportunity to observe close-knit loving families with one child and dysfunctional families with six children. Parents set the tone for the household, and if they ground their families in love and center their lives on God, they can't go wrong. Amen!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932831182639117728.post-85658018645071877232008-10-01T02:04:00.000-06:002008-10-01T02:04:00.000-06:00Such true observations. It's sad really. Those who...Such true observations. It's sad really. Those who don't take the time to enjoy the children in their family or offer the occasional casorole to a new mum or sick relative miss out in the end. <BR/>I'm glad the children enjoyed the trains.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932831182639117728.post-55797195915029256632008-09-30T14:37:00.000-06:002008-09-30T14:37:00.000-06:00Great post Monica! I'm glad you guys got to see t...Great post Monica! I'm glad you guys got to see the train, we didn't make it (mostly because I forgot)... sounds like it was great.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com