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Listen for the Whistle
By: Kelly Lynch
November 27, 2007
 | | Kelly Lynch |
For the past twenty-two years of my life, I have been in love.
And I don't know why.
Affection for a person is easily discerned, as one can often physically trace its genesis and build on it with conversations, embraces, and experiences, but love for a machine, a normally inanimate object? What sense can be made of that?
This fondness isn't just for any machine; its certainly not a toaster or an alarm clock, but where some have their hobbyist passions for cars, motorcycles, boats, or planes, I say give me a steam locomotive anyway. Give me the one machine responsible for the creation of America, give me the dragon-esque hero of folklore, the tenacious, unrelenting, pulse-quickening iron horse.
What is it about 400 tons of steel that constantly strikes such precise notes on the heartstrings like the locomotive does?
It must be a myriad of things. I've been content being unable to find the reason why, but the search for the reasons varies with everyone who stands in the shadow of these whistling, breathing, clanking, marching machines. Is the locomotive a charging rocket to the horizon, a classy time machine, or is it the poetic mechanics, the engineering, the smells, sounds, or sights that so entrance the passerby? Is it the adventure, history, or is it mystery?
Incarnate in any reason is the locomotive's tangible sentience; it's living presence. The beige box and keyboard are a far cry from wheels seven feet tall and a whistle louder than Jericho's trumpets. You can see the locomotive's technology as it works, and its core ingredients include no silicon, microchips, or plastics. You can watch it pull past at 100 miles an hour, you can spy the driving rods flash in their methodical swing, smell the coal as it combusts into heat energy that flashes water to steam. You can hear the audible clank of air pumps as they speed up or slow down like blood through a vein.
The locomotive is a machine of the earth, forged from iron, pulsing with water and steam and coal and oil, crafted into a entity of precise equilibrium that roars and flies and pulls cities closer, and invites their citizenry to wave with smiles as wide as the moon. And these latter factors are the real gravitas of why railroads and their iron colts invite us to wonder and work. No piece of the locomotive goes untouched or un-fashioned by a human hand. The engine is a great, wieldy ambassador for the work ethic of an older America, intimidating, but beguiling.
After all, it could be that nothing like it exists in the world. The truth is, they don't make 'em like they use to. They don't make them at all, and for good reason. These beasts need plenty of care to ensure excellence, and the skill necessary to rein these superpower horses are dead, if not dying. They are rarer than antique cars and continually on the verge of extinction. They will eat every hour of the day and consume years of work as they continue to grey hairs and beckon attention.
The love of a locomotive is brimming with stratum. Love will ensure its survival and stewardship, the preservation of its skills to operate, and it will send hands waving and mouths agape and children dreaming as their parents wonder. This is living history, without marginalization in a textbook paragraph, but broken free and storming past your house, saying hello, climb aboard, mind your safety, and watch the world pass.
This is what I'm in love with. All of these things are found in the cold steel and hot fire of a machine used so fluidly for 150 years. This is what my grandfather, and perhaps yours, called a friend, a co-worker, a confidant, and in some cases a curse. It takes two men to operate, and ten to keep in shape, and it takes a few people donating their time, money, and a helping hand on the wrench to keep us on the road, to give us reason to be on the rails. Headaches can pop up anytime, and they are certain to, but they are well worth it to share the love of the locomotive, in all its charm, thrill, and critical position in history.
How many love affairs can keep a man alive like this one? Maybe because I try to live a chapter in my history book, I can justify my living now. I and others are in love with the past and try as often as we can to stand in its shadow, because it is the future we care about.
I am but a freshman in the fraternity of individuals who work steadily in all manners to keep this part of railroading history robust so that more may begin to understand what it means, and why it’s important. As a creator of images also, I often have to make the decision on which tool to pick up; the alemite gun or the Canon, the shovel or the Bolex. Each tool can help tell a greater story, and it is through arresting these images that we can use art to create a captive audience that wants to know more. The viewfinder is just as potent as a screaming whistle, but in these days, if people don’t see it, it doesn’t exist. If they don’t see the work, the work means nothing, and if they don’t realize the human story behind the work, than the love for the work is stamped with an expiration date that will see it extinguish far too soon.
Copyright © Kelly Lynch. All Rights Reserved.
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User Comments on this Article:
Posted by Peter Damant on November 27, 2007:
As one who has been in love with steam locomotives since the nineteen thirties, I enjoyed reading your article very much. Although we do not have 400 tonners in Great Britain, what we lack in quantity, we have in variety. I must say that on my visit to L.A. in 1994 the highlight was a visit to the Big Boy at the nearby museum. It was magnificent, the sheer size of the brute was breath-taking. Even my daughter was impressed! Thank you very much.
Peter Damant.
Posted by Nick McLean on November 27, 2007:
Very powerful and beautifully written.
Posted by Walter Scriptunas II - www.scriptunasimages.com on November 27, 2007:
Great article Kelly and very well written! Thanks.
Posted by Adam Robillard on November 27, 2007:
Incredibly well written! The preservation community needs more people like you. Keep it up! Adam Robillard
Posted by J. E. Landrum - www.cincyrails.com on November 27, 2007:
Fine work Kelly. Your photography and writing are inspiring.
Posted by Ron Flanary on November 28, 2007:
This is true artistry in both words and photos. I hope you take your work to the printed page very soon, as this caliber of material should be in Trains, or even Classic Trains.
Posted by Andrew Blaszczyk (2) on November 28, 2007:
What more can I say that hasn't been said already! One line that really hit home was ". . . I try to live a chapter in my history book . . . " because that is exactly why my love of steam locomotives has grown into my current obsession. She built this country and it is through people like you (and the countless others around the country) that share the story to thousands of people who sometimes do not realize this. Very nice work, Kelly! I'm looking forward to the next!
Posted by Brian Smith on November 29, 2007:
Very well done! Makes me wish I was back at my summer home.
Posted by J. Alex Lang - www.jalexlang.com on November 30, 2007:
Is that first shot using a LensBaby? Excellent writing and photography.
Posted by scrise3751 on December 1, 2007:
Kelly...Kalmbach needs you in the worst way! Get up there and bang on Jimbo's door...!
Steve Crise
Posted by JEFF SHELTON on December 5, 2007:
Kelly is obviously a very gifted young man with the ability to listen. He has listened to the steam engine talk (yes they speak) as if he were setting on a porch interviewing an ole retired person telling thier life's history, but in this case he is further blessed with the ability to translate into modern day script so others can understand what it is like to step back in time.THANKS! for letting us stand in the shadows too. Jeff Shelton
Posted by Nate on December 5, 2007:
He Kelly its Nate Johnston from Rail Camp. Very nice article. Beautiful pictures of the steam also.
Nate
Posted by Scott Locker on December 16, 2007:
This is a very well written article Kelly. Scott
Posted by Mont Panichjeerasin on December 30, 2007:
When I was a little child. I loved to wait for listen to the train whistle at the station with my father. At now I still do this, but without him. Great emotional and powerful article that make me thing of the past.
Posted by Eric B. on December 31, 2007:
This is a very moving article. I am a teenage railroad enthusiast and it never ceases to amaze me, the stories of the railroad from generations past. We really need more people like you, Kelly, to share stories and explain the importance so that someday I can pass along these stories for the generations to come. Why, just this Saturday 12-29 the recently restored Reading and Northern 4-6-2 425 was taken out for a test run, she had not run in 11 years, and she is beautiful! It was amazing to see the fans, both young and old, crowd around to watch this historical event. Thank you Kelly, and all who spend their time and money working on preserving Steam and Railroad history!
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