It probably shouldn't have been the Missabe, but it is
Ah, another opportunity to wax eloquent!
When I was VERY young, we stopped in Two Harbors, MN to camp overnight on our way back home from farther north. I vaguely recall, and back then could scarcely appreciate the sights and sounds of the Missabe’s mighty Yellowstones. This was probably the year that these locos dropped their fires for the last time. It was a one-evening visit - I was quite young.
When I was in early grade school, we lived in Albert Lea, MN across the schoolyard from the Rock Island’s line south out of town. Most evenings a passenger train left town, and if the season was right, the sun was just setting behind the train on the sweeping curve past our house.
I remember the Mars light dancing across the tracks, the twilight skies reflecting off the stainless steel car sides, and I think I recall sparks on the tracks as wheels hit rail joints. It was a magical picture to capture the imagination, and I would often stand at our front living room window just to await the train’s departure for the several years we lived there. I could have modeled the RI.
In late grade school, we built a cabin near the Soo Line’s line to Duluth, and I built a model of the Class 2 depot in Danbury WI. When in Duluth/Superior, I would often stand alongside the Soo’s operation in Superior to observe. I could have chosen the Soo.
Later in junior high we vacationed in DC and visited Cass Scenic Railway – only days after the loco shops burned to the ground. Despite the catastrophe, they were still open for business, and I thoroughly enjoyed the visit. It resulted in the consuming of several rolls of film and the acquisition of my first brass locomotive, a Shay. I would sit and look through the slides afterwards and try to absorb the mountain scenery and rustic operations, hoping to model it faithfully. I briefly did model logging operations.
Living in the Minneapolis area most of my childhood after Albert Lea, I was in and around the Great Northern, and as mentioned above, I had a camera, and used it a lot. Modeling refocused on the GN.
After my second year of college in Moorhead, MN, I stayed on campus for the summer, and in sheer boredom, discovered Frank King’s “The Missabe Road” in the school library. That was it! The connection back to my early life was instant, and I could even recall the distinctive Yellowstone whistle from way back when.
Forget the RI, Cass, Soo and the Great Northern (well, maybe not the GN); it was Missabe time.
I took a road trip to Duluth, walked boldly (for a nerdy college kid, anyway) into the Missabe’s corporate offices and asked to meet Frank King, who from that moment became a dear friend until his passing.
During our acquaintance, he did everything he could to support my “habit”, and my years with the Soo Line as a purchasing agent allowed me to visit him every month as I traveled to Koppers Company in Superior to oversee tie treating operations.
I am saddened that the CN has acquired the Missabe, the maroon and gold is gone, and modernization of mining methods has removed most of what I thought was the “cool stuff” of iron mining. Even though it’s not far from home, I have lost the desire to visit.
My mental picture of the Missabe and the photos of Frank King’s book are lived out in my 1950’s era layout.
Milt