By Rich Hane
My dear Uncle Joe married my Mom’s sister in 1937. He soon went to work for the Santa Fe Railroad at the giant Corwith Yard on the near southwest side of Chicago as a mechanic. Corwith was built in 1887 by the Santa Fe and at the time was the largest railroad yard in the world. He always said that it was a good company to work for and the economic Depression was just starting to loosen its grip on the nation.
He was what I would call a general mechanic doing whatever was needed and worked on all manner of engines, freight cars, and passenger cars. He disliked working on the large numbers of stock cars which came in to deliver animals to the nearby Chicago stockyards. Things got real busy starting a year or two before World War II as the country started the huge buildup needed to arm the military and the civilian economies. He was a bit too old to go into the service and his railroad job might have exempted him. One of the interesting things that he did during the war was to ride on some of the passenger trains as an emergency mechanic to repair the train on its way to Fort Madison, Iowa. The trains were on a tight schedule and it was important to minimize any problems that might delay or tie up the main line west. Fort Madison was a division point on the Santa Fe just west of the Mississippi River about 240 miles from Chicago. The trains carried a supply of spare parts and tools in the baggage car that the mechanic could use to hopefully keep the train running. He would spend the night in Fort Madison and then do the same job on the return trip to Chicago.
Uncle Joe said that the number of trains coming and going was just unbelievable and everyone was so busy. He occasionally had to sleep overnight at the yard when things were really busy. One interesting side story was that whenever the mechanics and laborers had some free time they would assemble freight car kits that came in to the yard from some other company. These were shipped with all of the parts needed to construct a finished freight car.
When the war was finally over he worked about another year before he was laid off to make room for the GIs who were former employees that were returning home and that the Santa Fe had promised to rehire when they came home after saving the world (my well founded opinion).
Uncle Joe then became a chicken farmer for 3 years before almost going broke and followed this with jobs at General Electric and Sylvania. Later, I will write about him and me and some model trains.
