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Jun 18, 2021

Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

Showing the cards

Dust Mite found some leftover holiday gift cards


One that should have survived

CRI&P DL109m #621 in Memphis, TN

Rock Island #621 (the second to last surviving DL109, and the one that had the most interesting modifications done to a DL109) sits in Memphis on a sunny December day in 1965, still in good condition for a unit that only had a couple of years left on the clock.

Jun 13, 2021

Helping with the laundry

Laundry basket floof

Cold day, but warm laundry

Jun 11, 2021

Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

Dust Mite tools

Dust Mite inventories a box of tools I salvaged when cleaning out my parents’s old apartment.


RSC2m picture of the day

576 & SDL-39 #585 sit by the North La Crosse roundhouse

576 sits, in the twilight of its career, in North La Crosse, next to one of the SDL39s that finally swept the rsc2m’s off the light branch lines where they roamed.

Jun 10, 2021

Alternatives

Side by side

I’m getting the itch to make another frameset, in the through axle road 650b format. So of course I had to mock up a couple of variant frames (traditional triple triangle flat-topped & a heavily sloped TT w/ a vestigial triple triangle) which I will sit and think about for a few weeks until I gather all of the tubes I need to make up a frame. The keel (HT/DT/CS & at least the lower half of the ST) will be the same either way, so in the worst case I can make that part up and then dry-fit the TT & SS’s against it for a last-minute decision.

Jun 05, 2021

The cherry harvest

The cherry harvest

They’re smaller, but I picked more cherries from our feral cherry tree this year

Jun 04, 2021

Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

Laundry Mite

Doing a load of wash

May 29, 2021

RSC2m picture of the day

577 sits by the depot in Winona sometime in the winter of 1972

#577 dozes at the Winona depot sometime in 1972


Sic transit gloria mundi

Damnit

My maternal grandfather was a service engineer for Allis-Chalmers from approximately WW2 until the early 1970s, and this involved flying to various customer sites to debug A-C machinery.

Various customer sites everywhere except maybe the poles, and this included at least one trip to Peru, where he got a rug that we assumed was made of pieced together furs. I don’t know exactly when he make the peruvian trip, but I remember this rug sitting in the basement den of their West Allis house from as early as I can remember things.

Well, eventually my grandparents all died, and this rug ended up in my mother’s hands, where it hung on the wall for many years until it got (what we thought was) a little moth-eaten and was taken down for repairs, only to be forgotten until today when I cleaned out the closet it was stored in.

When I saw it, it was covered with dust, so I picked up and gave it a vigorous shake only to discover that it was NOT pieced together furs, but hides that had appropriately dyed fur glued to it. Glued to it over 50 years ago, so it wasn’t so much glue anymore as powder, so the shake resulted in an explosion of fur all over the room it was in.

I can’t fix this (well, I could fix this in a perfect world where I wasn’t constantly fighting depression or wasn’t 60+ years old, but this ain’t that world) so I’m afraid we’re going to have to toss it in the bin.

This is as annoying to find out as it was to discover that 578 was scrapped after the enthusiast who bought it from the Brillion & Forest Junction lost interest.

Damnit.

May 28, 2021

Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

The last dwarf

When I was a child, my brothers & I were given a set of Disney Seven Dwarfs figurines which we loved to death and played with until they were lost or worn down into shapeless ivory plastic blobs.

Or so we thought.

I’m cleaning out my parent’s old apartment after they moved into an assisted living place (and then my father inconsiderately died to get out of doing any work!) and look what I found. Happy, still with most of its paint and smiling out at the world at least 50 years after the last of the others joined the choir invisible.

I guess I’m going to have to make a curio cabinet to hold the relics of my childhood I’ve found in this last week or so.


trolley painting of the day

Texas Transportation Company #1 switches the Pearl Brewery

An oil I painted in my last year of high school (1978, in case you’re wondering) of Texas Transportation Company #1 (a 60 ton Baldwin-Westinghouse steeplecab) switching the Pearl Brewery in San Antonio, Texas. At the time this was one of a very small handful of electric railroads in the USA, but alas in 2001 Pearl’s corporate masters shut down the brewery and abandoned the railroad. This locomotive still exists (dumped in a storage facility somewhere in San Antonio, but not cut up, thank goodness) but everything else in this painting is long gone.

May 24, 2021

Operation lift off and nuke it from orbit is finally finished!

#2 in a series (of 2)

(Of course this dose ended up hitting me like a bag of hammers – oh well, better the hammers than the woodchipper of a severe covid-19 infection!)

May 21, 2021

Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

Dust Mite & rsc2

Dust Mite reads my weblog

May 20, 2021

Railroad photo of the day

Milwaukee Road RSC2 #594 at the east end of the North La Crosse yard (?)
Joe Nemeth photo

#594 putters around at what I think is the east end of the North La Crosse yard on a warm July day in 1974. It’s likely that I’m somewhere around (probably down by the river lurking around the roundhouse; if I was up here I’d be on the service road those two dogs are walking down) unless I was on summer holiday in New Hampshire at the time.

(#594 is now – renumbered to #988 and in an uglier paint scheme at the Mid-Continent RR Museum – the sole survivor of the huge pile of RSC2s that the Milwaukee Road operated in the midwest.)

May 16, 2021

Helping with the taxes

God of tax filing

Thor guards the box of receipts

May 14, 2021

Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

Family silver mite

Polishing the family silver

May 13, 2021

Tradition!

The routine

Out to Henry Higgins for another dozen(ish) bagels


The family silverplate

Two Oneida teapots

Part of my parents’s silver; these two teapots were both hideously tarnished from long storage, so I went over one with silver polish for comparison purposes. (I’m going to have to do the other one when I pry the serving tray out from under the bags of good china, but didn’t have the time today.)

May 12, 2021

An attractive nuisance

Vine roses

The feral rose in the front yard is blooming.

May 07, 2021

Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

Mite under glass

Jugged Mite

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