From 1906, at Crows Landing, CA on the Southern Pacific between Tracy and Fresno.

One of the joys of being home during the shelter in place for the quarantine for this virus has been the chance to go through some boxes; cleaning out the junk of accumulated years and find some long lost treasures.

One such experience was the opening of a box from years back and the finding of two similar sets of keys. The first ring of keys goes back to 1978 and my first days as a volunteer at the California Railway Museum at Rio Vista Junction, between Fairfield and Rio Vista, on State Highway 12 in Solano County. Initially, a group of young folks went up to the Junction just on a lark, but got involved in all kinds of ways. I became part of the Operating Department, first as a streetcar conductor and later as a motorman, running the electric cars. I also ended up often as the engineer on the electric locomotive whenever we needed to move various cars about the museum.

The museum keys? If memory serves, I had to put down a deposit on a switch key and a system B key. The switch key was a pattern once used by the Key System. The B key offered access to lesser items such as gates and other padlocks. Later keys added to the ring included a key to open coach door or locomotive cab door locks as well as shop door locks and others. (I haven’t been active at the Museum since the late 90’s and have heard that all the locks were changed at some point. Yet, I have all the memories associated with these keys.)

When the opportunity came along to get involved with a steam locomotive, I took it. The museum had entered into a long term lease agreement for four steam locomotives. One was already on display, having arrived on it’s own wheels in 1966. Two smaller locomotives from a lumber company in Oregon were trucked from storage in Oakland near the Bay Bridge. But the real attraction was a 1909 survivor that was to move on it’s own wheels. From the first time I saw her, I was well and truly hooked. And that led to a whole series of mis-adventures in those years and since…

Western Pacific steam locomotive 94 at Olcott siding on the Sacramento Northern mainline in Solano County, at twilight.

Now I have always had an interest in railroads. On my mother’s side, it was her father with his own Lionel trains that struck my fancy whenever the special moment came to set up the trains at his home in San Francisco. A classic prewar steam locomotive and a postwar diesel locomotive were always popular with me.

Genetically, I can find railroading as a career in the family going back to the early days along the Central Pacific and the Transcontinental Railroad across Utah and Nevada. A couple of seminal moments in the 1970’s really amped up my interest. Both are thanks to my father’s mother, who was living with her sister in Reno during this time. As a recently retired school teacher, she probably didn’t realize her role in my interest when she gave me a hardback copy of Beebe and Clegg’s 1949 “Virginia and Truckee: A Story of Virginia City And Comstock Times.” Suddenly, the literary door was open to the world of railroading in a way it had never been before. Visits to the Walnut Creek Library led to other volumes on all kinds of railroads.

Now I had already been exposed to railroading at a young age. My first cab ride in a diesel locomotive had come at the age of 3, when my great grandfather, Christopher Cameron Walker, arranged for a ride around the Sparks yard of the Southern Pacific with himself and my own father. In a bit of a throwback moment, my father had enjoyed many a ride with his grandfather on trips east from Sparks to Carlin (where they stayed with an uncle) and back again. These trips usually involved taking the diesel powered City of San Francisco one way and then bringing another passenger train the other with a steam locomotive, including some of the SP’s famed GS class and cab forwards. Chris was fortunate enough to have recorded an oral history with some local ladies during a Sparks historical event; and I have enjoyed listening to him in detail in the years since I first learned of it’s existence.

That was in 1976. It was the summer between my junior and senior years of high school. I had been busy earlier in June after classes ended, with an internship at radio station KSFO in San Francisco. But when the chance came to head off to Reno, visiting my grandmother and aunt for a week, I was all for it. My railroading interest had been groomed by joining the local model railroad club as a member of the Boy Scout Explorer post. Here I found other people as nuts for interested in trains as I was. The real kicker on this visit to the Silver State? I was to be mobile on my own, driving solo in my grandmother’s Ford Mustang.

One place that was essential was the Nevada Historical Society above the University of Nevada’s Reno campus. They were (and still are) the keepers of the original reel-to-reel tape recordings of that oral history with Chris Walker from 1966. I have been back many times since.

A few other places and items of note from that adventure were the sightings of a few miscellaneous items in Reno/Sparks that summer. A former Key System bridge train had made it’s way to storage on a spur off the Western Pacific in Reno. Having sat out in the Sierra weather for almost 30 years at that point, it wasn’t in too bad a shape overall. But it later ended up being scrapped. Another was a former Virginia and Truckee motorcar body. Made of wood, the years had not been kind. It ended up in the collection of the Nevada State Railroad Museum in Carson City, where it collapsed under it’s own weight in a wind event.

Of course, I visited the Sparks yard of the SP again. And I did some early railfanning east and west of town. The real meat of the road trip was to be able to head off to Carson City to see the remaining Virginia and Truckee; the depot on Washington Street and the great stone enginehouse. And that summer saw then opening operations of the revived railroad in service in Virginia City. It was a grand, glorious adventure for a 17-year old train nut enthusiast.

The following summer after high school graduation, I went back to Reno for a bigger adventure. It turned out that I had other relatives who were still working for the SP in Sparks. One was a yard master, out on disability after a third heart attack. I met him for a long lunch at the Nugget (where we met Red Skelton, who was in town doing one of his many shows). We talked about family, the railroad, toured the old station (moved from Wadsworth in the summer of 1904) and yard tower. A visit to the “roundhouse” (a one stall, one locomotive length steel, pre-fab structure as compared to the larger brick roundhouse that had once stood nearby along with the large shop and back shop complex) included spending time with other railroaders who had worked with Chris.

In the end, the advice given that day was to go home, get some college years and then come back to the railroad. Good advice it was too, as the recession of the 80’s saw furloughs and lay-offs of many railroaders nationwide. And it lead to 26 years in a good job that was secure all of those.

A final element from that 1977 visit to Reno was to be gifted with a collection of photographs, newspaper clippings and a set of keys that my great grandfather had carried with him during his years in service. There is a coach key for cabooses and locomotives as well as other car doors. And a couple of well used switch keys from the SP. These were tools he used every day on the railroad and having them reminds me of that.

Over the years, I have added a few other keys including ones from the Western Pacific, Sacramento Northern and Pacific Electric. While I didn’t follow Chris onto the SP, I have my own railroad experiences thanks to him and others in our family. Finding these keys this past week was a good reminder of some fine memories of good people (and bad) and some fun times in interesting places. Here’s to more to come!

Lucius Beebe, Life Magazine, January 16, 1939

I have been a fan of Lucius Beebe ever since the day in Reno, many years ago when my grandmother gave me a copy of 1949’s “Virginia and Truckee: A Story of Virginia City and Comstock Times”. With family history in railroading in Nevada and Washoe County in particular, how could I not become an admirer?

As available from Biblio. Co. UK.

Anyone who owned and traveled aboard, not only one, but two private railroad cars was a man to be admired. Having adopted the Silver State as his home and reopened operations of The Territorial Enterprise newspaper while in residence in Virginia City, he was indeed one of Nevada’s own sons.

Loyal readers of this space may recall that I share a fondness of the “terminal nostalgia” of the late Herb Caen, San Francisco’s legendary newspaper columnist. He had a way in describing San Francisco (and San Franciscan’s) that no one has yet to match. One Sunday, February 13, 1966 to be exact, the focus of his column on the Sunday Punch page of the San Francisco Chronicle was, as he titled it, “Beebe on Beebe”

While recently going through a few boxes, here at home during the quarantine, I discovered that I had saved a Sunday Punch section from the Chronicle, dated February 17, 1991. It features a reprint of the column mentioned above. As I cannot find a copy of it online to share with you, I will do so here.

“Beebe On Beebe”

SOME SIX YEARS AGO, Lucius Beebe sent to me from New York a most unusual document. – a sort of autobiographical assessment of his dreams and aspirations, neatly typed on pink paper. “Publish it as you see fit,” he shrugged when I asked him later about the manuscript. Since it contrasts so sharply with his self-written obituary, printed after his unexpected death a week ago, perhaps this is the fit time he had in mind. Here, then, is the Compleat Lucius Beebe, as seen through his own eyes.

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“I ADMIRE MOST of all the Renaissance Man, and, if it can be said without pretentiousness, like to think of myself as one, at least in small measure. Not a Michelangelo, mark you, but perhaps a poor man’s Cellini or a road company Cosmo d’Medici. The Medieval Man and the Renaissance Man did a number of things, many of them, well, beautifully. He was no damned specialist.

“I like to think that Chuck (Charles Clegg, his collaborator – Ed.) and I do a number of things that have no special relationship to one another. In ‘The Territorial Enterprise,’ we ran a paper of outrage that only incidentally is the largest weekly west of the Missouri. Anyway, it’s the best of its kind. Our books on the West and railroading are the best we can devise, always beautifully produced and sometimes intelligent. That they appear from time to time as best sellers isn’t particularly pertinent. It may even be a liability to the perfectionism we aim at.

“We admire to give good parties, and the measure of their success is the number of empties, the size of the restaurant bill and the number of screams for bail during the night.

“If anything is worth doing, it’s worth doing in style. And on your own terms and nobody goddamned else’s. I like nice clothes because they are an item in an overall facade. In themselves they are something silly and foppish. I like big houses and hotel suites and a big dog because they become me. Not for ostentation, but because they give me personal pleasure and satisfaction.

“I PREFER Rolls-Royces and Bentleys simply and without equivocation because they are the best. Not just runners-up or compromises, but the best, like Bollinger’s. Colt firearms, suits by Henry Poole and traveling Cunard.

“Chuck and I keep a private railroad car because it has style and comfort and maybe railroad touched in the haid, and anyway, the dog likes it. Also there is no bartender to say, ‘That will be all for you, sir.’

“We like people who never give a passing thought to public opinion or the suffrage of society, not who desperately antagonize it, but simply are unaware that it exists. We like Gene Fowler’s aphorism, ‘Money is something to be thrown off the back of trains.’ If we cease to have the money or the trains, either, we’ve got memories and may get good obits if the competition isn’t too keen that day. I’d like the obits to say: ‘Everything he did was made to measure. He never got an idea off the rack.’

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“IT IS MY conviction that there are more Renaissance Men and Women who have been abroad in the land in my happy time than my folk suspect. I cite Harold Ross, Monty Woolley, Gene Fowler, Amy Lowell, Bernard de Voto, Spencer Penrose, Senator J, Ham Lewis, Evalyn Walsh McLean, Tallulah Bankhead, Timothy Pflueger, Ogden Reid, Dave Chasen, Frank Lloyd Wright, Noel Coward, W.C. Fields, Bill MCGeehan, Amon Carter, Henri Soule, William A. Brady and John Drew. Not a radio commentator of TV comedian in the lot.

“All these people who were Renaissance Men and Women in that they did something well, in many cases more than one thing, and never in their lives thought to consult anybody else as to how to conduct their persons. Some of them were rich, most of them gentlemen, and all of them possessed that one radiant qualification: the knowledge of excellence. Not the damned reference mind, which IBM will do better for you anyway, but a knowledge and appreciation of excellence. They wrote, edited, acted, whored, drank, sang songs, served the nation, wrote history and made enemies in their own pattern.

“I take leave of you with an aphorism of the late Michael Arlen, in his own way too a Renaissance Man, although he only did one thing well and that only once: ‘I require very little of life. I want only the best of everything, and there’s so little of that.’ “

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THAT LAST solves a minor mystery in the obituaries on Lucius’ death – the attribution of that quote to him when it was well known as Arlen’s (the author of “The Green Hat”). Anyway, I like his own line better, for truly everything he did was made to measure – he never got an idea off the rack.

The Virginia City, Beebe and Clegg’s second private railcar, in Napa in 2013 during the American Association of Private Railroad Car Owners annual convention.

Beebe and Caen were both products of different eras and different coasts. Beebe the east and Boston; Caen the west and San Francisco. Yet, they both came to be a part of life here by the Bay that continues to draw people to live and visit. As anyone who has spent any length of time here will tell you, that ain’t bad…

Main Street USA at Disneyland, looking from Town Square towards the Sleeping Beauty Castle.

Continuing on our look at the Park, we head today to the first place any Disneyland guest visits.

If there is anywhere in Disneyland where time stands still, this may be the place. Main Street USA is close to as it was on the day the Park opened to the public (Monday, July 18, 1955). Over the years since, yes, a fair amount has changed to be sure. But the flavor of small town America after the turn of the 20th century is still very much in evidence.

Once upon a time, guests needed to surrender the top coupon of this booklet to gain admission to Disneyland. A rare item now, a complete ticket book was filled with the promise of adventures ahead.

The Mellomen Barber Shop Quartet left their musical legacy on Main Street, with all of the versions of the Dapper Dan’s performing guest favorites over the years. Their album, “Meet Me Down On Main Street” remains a favorite of many. You can find it on iTunes today for only $8.99.

A vintage view looking back down Main Street, likely from the 1950’s, captures a typical day at the Park.

Yes indeed, these horses do work for a living, pulling the street cars along the rails of Main Street.

The Main Street Station of the Disneyland & Santa Fe Railroad welcomes guests to board the Grand Circle Tour for the trip around the Park, just as it has since 1955.

No mistaking where the train stops here.

Walt may have loved having an apartment above the Fire House, but it’s more than a safe bit that these guys didn’t take up their stations for a performance here while the boss was in residence.

Meanwhile, down at the Coca Cola Refreshment Corner, Alice and the Mad Hatter are about to start another game of Musical Chairs with the assistance of Ragtime Robert. Always great fun and riddles, too!

Main Street hosts one of the Park’s most beloved traditions with the yearly Candlelight Processional.

The Christmas holidays bring out the best Main Street has to offer for guests of all ages.

Main Street was at one time home to many shops that were right at home in any small town in America. Some of those remain, at least in signs on the buildings. A few classics still entice the right customers.

Newfangled, moving pictures! This fad will never catch on…

Just as it is the first thing seen by guests at the start of their Disneyland day, a view of Main Street all aglow in electric lights harkens back to the experience of Elias Disney at the 1893 Columbian Exposition in Chicago. Nostalgic it may be, but it creates the final moments of memories that will last a lifetime.

The Original Royal Street Bachelors, doing what they do best, out in front of the One of a Kind Shoppe, on Royal Street.
From a Disneyland Panavue Slide

To many people, New Orleans Square is their favorite area of Disneyland. Hands down, no question.

And why wouldn’t it be? You have arguably, the best of the best of Disneyland attractions located here. Both Pirates of the Caribbean and The Haunted Mansion are attractions that anchor the area. Food and beverage. Some of the best for guests and more here. From Cafe Orleans, to the French Market to the Blue Bayou. Not to mention Club 33 and 21 Royal Street. And music. New Orleans jazz of all eras just fits so well into a day at the Park.

Give me that Disneyland style Mint Julep, some beignets, and some of that jazz. Not to mention the passing parade of the west side with the Disneyland Railroad and on the east, all the river traffic passing by on the Rivers of America. I can just sit and take it all in for hours and hours.

So, being away from the Park for a while, it seems a good idea to share a few images from over the years. As the name of a great compact disc from the past by the Side Street Strutters (a band that called the area home for many years), says “In and Around New Orleans“. Enjoy this look back!

When it first opened, “The One Of A Kind Shoppe” is said to have been a favorite of Lillian Disney.
Over the years, the merchandise sold here has become decidedly more generic in nature.
From A Disneyland Panavue Slide

The foyer of The Haunted Mansion has this classic Bradbury and Bradbury wallpaper to set the proper mood.

The entrance to 21 Royal Street is through the Thieves Market.

A busy day with plenty of foot traffic along Royal Street.

Decorations for the seasons here are some of the best in Disneyland.

Yes, indeed… one busy river.

The original Frontierland station of the Disneyland & Santa Fe Railroad, now sits across the tracks from New Orleans Square. Based on an original station design from the film, “So Dear To My Heart”.

If there was one person who was New Orleans Square is was Ernie McClean. Claimed to have been hired directly by Walt Disney, his brand of quiet jazz was a treat for guests of all ages.

The Court of the Angels was a guest favorite for many treasured photographs. It still exists today, but is now part of the lobby for Club 33 and closed to the public.

A quiet corner of a hectic place. Just made to sit back and relax, in and around New Orleans Square.