Showing posts with label Seruli. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seruli. Show all posts

Friday, 30 November 2012

Chapter 9 The tumble

On the Bulawayo Mafeking line, steam trains were used until a few years ago.

These trains could go only so far with the water they carried in the tender so there were water points along the way at certain stations.

One such station was Seruli where I was stationed early in my career on the railways.

Water for Seruli also had to be transported from another station by rail tanker.
In order to have the tankers filled a train could carry the 3 water tankers overweight.

The train was stopped at the points, the engine cut off and diverted onto the loop and past the tankers, and them push the tanks back onto the load.

I stopped the train at the points and informed the driver to pick up the tanks, cut the engine off and jumped onto the steps of the engine as it came past me.

The train was going to go onto the loop, as it was to cross the mail train at my station.

As I put my foot on the step of the engine it slipped off and I took a tumble.
Fortunately I kept my arms next to my body as I fell and the engine missed me by inches, but I was covered from head to foot in the muck that falls off the train next to the line.

“OK” shouted the driver, “We will carry on and pull into the loop ourselves”.

I rushed to my room and scrubbed myself, got dressed in clean uniform and was in time to hand orders to the driver and guard of the mail train.

Close call!


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Thursday, 29 November 2012

Chapter 15 Lights out

I was stationed at Seruli during my early days on the railways. Steam trains usually ran through this station unless they had to cross or pass other trains or take in water. When a train had to run through the orders were handed to the driver and guard with a fibreglass loop with a handle and a canvas pouch that was used to push the paper order into.

One day a train was to run through and I passed the orders up to the driver as the train came past and the next moment I was lights out.

When I came too, I was lying on my bed in the single quarters with a worried Stationmaster leaning over me.

What had happened was that as I turned away after handing up the orders to the driver, a piece of coal the size of a size 10 shoe fell off the tender and smacked me full on the face. If I had turned away 10 degrees more I would not be writing these stories but it had hit me squarely flat between the eyes.

My face was swollen for a few days and I had black eyes for weeks afterwards.




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