| Posted by TOYOTA on April 11, 2007 | |
Photoshop saves another historic photograph.
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Oh wow, what a piece of long lost history. Logging at its finest here in Washington State! Thank goodness for Photoshop.
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Damn John!! Sweet-shot, I wish I had similar shots in my collection.
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I agree! Nice shot!
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Really cool shot and a great piece of history. Nice to see that the sun shown enough for color. Most Rayonier shots were taken in B&W due to the constant rain and cloud.
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Great picture John. In working with John Dziobko's collection dating to the late 40's, it has quickly apparent to me that scanning those most at-risk images is job 1, resurrecting them in P/S is the payoff...
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Unbelievable that I should come across this photo, altho never gave up believing there might be one
like, or similar to the one shown here. Was just about 18 years old when my Dad took me to Rayonier's office in Aberdeen and after a physical and applying for a Social Security number, picking
up a pair of cork boots, lunch bucket, and necessary gear I was introduced to the logging world.
After a time of setting chokers, chasing, being a whistle punk, 2nd loading, working at Morrison's
reload just off Hwy 101, I could hear the footsteps and a voce tellig me to make up my mind, make a choice or be drafted. A short time later I joined the USAF annd served 4 years, got married and
lucky me spent most of my time at McChord AFB near Tacoma, Wa. The associated picture brings
back memories of the bunk houses we bunked in, wood heated, the cook house to the right, where
we packed tomorrows lunch, had food that was good and plentifull. Lest I not forget the steam
engine pulling empties in the morning, served as an alarm clock as it always stopped just out side
our door, and after delivering whatever would loudly spin it's wheels! Have this picture on my home page on my computer where it shall stay forever, Am near my 83rd birthday and memories are so precious!
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Unbelievable that I should come across this photo, altho never gave up believing there might be one
like, or similar to the one shown here. Was just about 18 years old when my Dad took me to Rayonier's office in Aberdeen and after a physical and applying for a Social Security number, picking
up a pair of cork boots, lunch bucket, and necessary gear I was introduced to the logging world.
After a time of setting chokers, chasing, being a whistle punk, 2nd loading, working at Morrison's
reload just off Hwy 101, I could hear the footsteps and a voce tellig me to make up my mind, make a choice or be drafted. A short time later I joined the USAF annd served 4 years, got married and
lucky me spent most of my time at McChord AFB near Tacoma, Wa. The associated picture brings
back memories of the bunk houses we bunked in, wood heated, the cook house to the right, where
we packed tomorrows lunch, had food that was good and plentifull. Lest I not forget the steam
engine pulling empties in the morning, served as an alarm clock as it always stopped just out side
our door, and after delivering whatever would loudly spin it's wheels! Have this picture on my home page on my computer where it shall stay forever, Am near my 83rd birthday and memories are so precious!
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| Posted by SES on March 26, 2019 | |
Not sure anyone will see this comment since the photo was posted long ago. My father worked for Rayonier back in the mid 1950's. He tells me the bunk cars above at that time were for the folks higher up on the totem pole as he and the crew slept in old, drafty bunk cars converted from boxcars. The bunk train was parked on a siding just at the top of an incline. Time to get up was 6am, but the train always made its way in with empties about 5 or 5:30. The onery engineer prided himself on blasting the steamer's whistle as he drove by the bunk train to wake everyone up early. The engineer also bragged about how he could always pull the hill into camp and not slip the steam engine's wheels. One morning, the train of empties came rolling in as usual, but halfway up the hill, the steam engine's wheels spun violently. Turns out one of the workers got his revenge when in the middle of the night, he snuck into the kitchen. He took 10lbs of butter and greased the rails on the incline. Needless to say, that engineer was put in his place.
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