My family and I moved to Kearney, Neb., in November 1966. My dad was the local agent for the Railway Express Agency ther...
My railroad career began almost 45 years ago at what today is Union Pacific’s Harter Yard in Oklahoma City. The Rock I...
As far back as I can remember, my grandfather, my father, myself and my son have worked for the railroad. First with t...
My dad was a fireman on the extra board and had to go to Cheyenne, Wyo., to work on account there were no positions with...
My dad had fired a Big Boy Steam Locomotive from Laramie, Wyo., to Denver, Colo. He arrived home to my mother and me, ...
I was very fortunate to be hired by Southern Pacific in Denver in 1995. As a divorced single mother of three, I needed ...
One of my earliest memories of working for the Missouri Pacific railroad was being on call for temporary vacancies that ...
I did not grow up around a railroad, have no family ties and didn’t even know anybody that worked on the railroad. I...
My Grandfather, Morris Marlow, also worked for Union Pacific back in the 1950s. I started working on the Railroad Octobe...
I come from a very big railroading family. Both of my grandfathers work for the railroad - one as a conductor, the othe...
My Dad hired on with Southern Pacific in October 1972 as a sheetmetal worker. I was born in August 1975. The summer righ...
Officially, I started my 16-year railroad career on Halloween 1973, as a new Machinist Apprentice. However, my earliest ...
The year would be 1986, and the location would be the UPRR, North Platte Bailey Yards, North Platte, Neb. Steven M. Str...
As a young boy, I was what we call in the industry, a “foamer.” I loved trains. This fascination probably was a res...
I joined the railroad as a way to save money for college, but in the process was building a legacy that began with my gr...
I recall traveling by passenger train in the 1960s. Mom would often take my sister, brother and me on the Missouri Paci...
My father, Herbert Tast, and his family emigrated from Germany to the Yutan area in mid-1952 to start a new life in Amer...
A few years after being hired at Union Pacific in Omaha, I discovered my Great-grandfather Henry Steinbeck had worked fo...
In 1929, Robert (Bob) L. Marks began his UPRR career, and until his untimely death in 1971, Bob demonstrated his profoun...
My Great Grandfather, John W. Hamilton was a switchman for the MOP in 1900 and lived in Thebes, (Alexander County), Ill....
My grandfather, Elvis P. Robinson, was a bridgetender on the railroad (Cotton Belt). My father then started with the Cot...
My brother, Jack, and I were fortunate to grow up in a three-generation household in Ogden, Utah. Ogden was a bustling r...
In 1969, I was 18 years old. My father arranged for me to work for UP during one summer through our neighbor, who I was...
Having just been hired to work as a switchman in the Omaha yards, I worked the midnight shift, extra board. I remember h...
I am proud to be the son of a great Union Pacific father! My daddy, Overton Zinn, worked at the Ogden Yard Office in m...
All the folks I worked with at Union Pacific, just great people. I learned a lot and had many friends. I am retired no...
Union Pacific is a big railroad, but it is a very small world. My first year in Omaha, I attended a UP Softball Tournam...
My father and my uncle both worked on the UP. My dad worked in Kellogg, Idaho, and my uncle in Spokane, Wash. I remember...
I started work on the Missouri Pacific Railroad, St Louis, Mo., in June 1956, in the Car Accounting department. I worked...
The RAILROAD WAS MY DESTINY! When I was two years old, my Dad gave me a toy train for Christmas . It made sparks and ca...
My father Louis "Eddie" Nave, started working for the Union Pacific Railroad in 1950 in Las Vegas, Nev., running from La...
Growing up in Fall River, Mass., in 1958, we Boy Scouts were big Union Pacific train fans. Of course, there was no UP p...
Edd Bailey was my Great-Great Uncle, whom I just recently learned was an integral part of your organization as President...
When I was 10 years old, I use to sit on the wall at the back of my house with my friends, and wait for the train, just ...