| July/August 1969

  • Elmer

  • Elmer

We had the pleasure of attending the Banquet of the Eastern Shore Group. We were with the Elmer Scheaffers and to tell the truth I don't know where it was. Somewhere near Denton, Maryland, and in the very midst of Southern Hospitality. About 104 attended and critical as I am I could not find anything wrong with it. We were invited for Sunday Dinner by the Jimmy Layton family and we had an outdoor meal with engines all around us. There never was a King who had it so nice.

We missed the Williams Grove Banquet because of my niece getting married. When we miss a dinner you may know something very pressing has interferred. When you get to my age there are so many things that upset your plans. I am warning you.

In your business letters to us please see to it that somewhere in the letter there is some mention of the magazine you are interested in. We get a few letters in which we don't know whether you are talking about Steam or Gas. Sometimes it is important.

There is an interesting story I found in the May, 1969 issue of the Down East Magazine concerning the Kennebec Central Railroad. The Road was five miles long, two foot gauge line, running from Randolph to Togas, Maine. The road operated for thirty nine years and always in the black. At Togas was a soldiers Home, occasionally and inmate who had run out of funds, while off on a toot, would walk the tracks back home giving the engineer an anxious moment, until he had whistled the jay walker off the ties.

One night the engine's headlight picked out a figure marching along Military fashion, head up, shoulders back, with no sign of surrendering the right of way, the engineer applied the brakes and gave sand, but not in time. The tiny cowcatcher caught the man in the rear and sent him flying into the darkness. As soon as the train slid to a stop, the crew ran back up the trakcs, expecting the worst. But the old soldier was on his feet and shaking his fist, 'If I hurt your damned little train, I'll pay for it.' 'Otherwise, get it the Hell out of here.


About four years ago we were visiting a cousin in North Dakota, and she said we should go and see Mr. Sandstrum at Lone Tree, North Dakota by all means. The result was we did and we met one of the most interesting men it has been my pleasure to ever get acquainted with. He is a man with unusual ability. A man who takes time to visit with you when you go to see him. His home is a beauty spot because of his handiwork. He is a collector of antique articles. He makes much in concrete. He has concrete stumps in his yard and then landscapes around them. He made Paul Bunyan and the Blue Ox of concrete which makes his lawn distinctive. He has an 1888 Thresher, and many other things that are interesting. I could sit for hours and tell you about them, and you might know a man like that would pick a most charming and versatile wife.


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