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A Farnsworth A Day / Daily Painting Auction:
I hope you’ll join me there.
For openers, here’s a Picture of the Day:
I was born just down the road, in Williams, Arizona, the Gateway to the Grand Canyon, and lived at the Canyon a couple of summers, when my Dad, an engineer on the railroad, drove the train from Williams to the Canyon. My uncle, Louis K. Farnsworth, was section foreman on the Santa Fe at the Canyon for twenty years or so, back in the ‘fifties, and helped me land my first full-time job out of High School. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that washing dishes at the El Tovar Hotel was not my life’s calling!
One evening when I was working there, some friends from Williams came up to see me, and we went to the nightly dance at Bright Angel. We met some young ladies on their way to Los Angeles for training as Santa Fe nurses. We tried to talk them into letting us drive them back to Williams, where their train was laid-over for the night, but they weren’t falling for that one. So I said,
“If I can get the train to stop and let you off on the edge of town, will you go with us and party a while?”
I guess they felt pretty confident that that would never happen, so they agreed.
I went to everyone on the train crew, told them who I was, and what I was up to and asked them to please let those girls off at the “wye”. No promises. But I had my fingers crossed. We jumped in the car and raced the train back to Williams. We parked at the wye and waited. My friends teased me mercilessly. Who did I think I was, that I could stop a train!
Their tune changed, though, when the train ground to a halt right in front of us, and the conducter opened the door, put out the step, and helped each of the girls from the train. They piled into the car with us, and off we went to party the night away.
I’ll bet that train crew got a hearty chuckle out of old John Farnsworth’s cheeky kid. Thanks guys! And girls, wherever you are, I hope you have some fond memories of that night, too.
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