Grandpa, tell me bout the good ole days............

[grsthegreat]

Austrian Haflinger draft horses?

Norwegian Fjord Horses. Have 3 of them cuties

 

[ultrarunner]

Your last statement pretty much sums it up. Different regions of the world have different cultures. Despite what they'd like you to believe, not everything we Americans do is the "wrong" way. Guess I'm set in my ways...probably wouldn't make a good world traveler.

I wouldn't say that... it's mostly attitude that transcends.

 

[ultrarunner]

I have found the french have a dislike of Americans and English, they will attend to french first and either leave you until last or just ignore you, the smaller towns and villages are better and more helpful.

When I was traveling in France with Austrian godparents there was no room in the inn...

The inn keeper thought we were Germans... that changed when the inn keeper learned my godparents are Austrian... it still matters.

 

[Industrial Toys]

This is a cool truck 59 Chevy 9' long box, two trannies (back to back) and a 353 Detroit. Too bad not seen running in this video.

1959 Chevrolet Apache Truck with 353 Detroit Diesel Engine and two transmissions. - YouTube

 

[BravoXray]

That Sir is a priceless picture. And being your Grandfather makes it that much more priceless!!!!

Thanks.
I just wonder if they were considered bada$$es back then with their Harleys.

 

[ovrszd]

Your last statement pretty much sums it up. Different regions of the world have different cultures. Despite what they'd like you to believe, not everything we Americans do is the "wrong" way. Guess I'm set in my ways...probably wouldn't make a good world traveler.

These variations can be seen within the borders of our great nation.

 

[ovrszd]

Thanks.
I just wonder if they were considered bada$$es back then with their Harleys.

At least Rebels!!!! Chicks like Rebels!!!

 

[Jim Nelson]

When I was a kid we lived just out of town on about 4 or 5 acres with pasture and hay field in back. There was a narrow gauge railroad track that ran from our little town, which was a railroad division point, right behind our place to a limestone quarry up on Monarch Pass. The old steam engine powered train made a round trip every day. When I was about 11 or 12 years old I would grab my telescoping fishing pole and go hide in the willows beside the track and jump on the back end of the train for a ride up to where I could jump off and walk up to some beaver dams and catch a bunch of Brook Trout. When the train came back down in the afternoon I caught a ride home. The train ran real slow in both directions because of the steep grade.


Looking back I kind of think that at least some of the trainmen knew what I was up to because my Dad and most of my brothers worked for the railroad at one time or another and everyone in that little town knew each other.


This worked fine until one day I got a cinder in my eye from the stack on the engine and couldn't hide it from my Mom. She had to take me to the Dr. to have it removed and I was given strict orders to stay away from the tracks. I don't know if she ever told my Dad but I never got a hide tanning for it so probably not.

Years later I told my youngest son about this and He was living out in the plains with 2 sons in his family. They lived about 2 blocks from the train tracks where giant coal trains went through on the way to Denver. He made me promise to never tell his boys about this as they were a little "adventuresome" and it was a lot more dangerous situation.

 

[ovrszd]

When I was a kid we lived just out of town on about 4 or 5 acres with pasture and hay field in back. There was a narrow gauge railroad track that ran from our little town, which was a railroad division point, right behind our place to a limestone quarry up on Monarch Pass. The old steam engine powered train made a round trip every day. When I was about 11 or 12 years old I would grab my telescoping fishing pole and go hide in the willows beside the track and jump on the back end of the train for a ride up to where I could jump off and walk up to some beaver dams and catch a bunch of Brook Trout. When the train came back down in the afternoon I caught a ride home. The train ran real slow in both directions because of the steep grade.


Looking back I kind of think that at least some of the trainmen knew what I was up to because my Dad and most of my brothers worked for the railroad at one time or another and everyone in that little town knew each other.


This worked fine until one day I got a cinder in my eye from the stack on the engine and couldn't hide it from my Mom. She had to take me to the Dr. to have it removed and I was given strict orders to stay away from the tracks. I don't know if she ever told my Dad but I never got a hide tanning for it so probably not.

Years later I told my youngest son about this and He was living out in the plains with 2 sons in his family. They lived about 2 blocks from the train tracks where giant coal trains went through on the way to Denver. He made me promise to never tell his boys about this as they were a little "adventuresome" and it was a lot more dangerous situation.

That is an awesome story Jim!!!

I've been over Monarch Pass many, many times over the years. A very good friend lives in Alamosa.

 

[JethroB]

My dad liked to tell how as a boy in the 1930s he would take the train on Saturday mornings to visit his grandma two towns and about 30 miles away for a dime. Then come back in evening. If the friendly conductor was working he could take along his dog.