These fire-breathing dragons once graced the tracks that bordered our property , and I was scared to death of them, seeming them daily for the first ten years of my life. They hauled iron ore south to Youngstown to feed the smelters there, and when the heavily loaded trains labored up the grade, the wheels often slipped, making the locomotives emit a terrifying sound that sent me hiding under the blankets on my bunk bed. The headlight lit up the trees bordering the tracks, producing an eerie glow through the leaves and branches. It didn't bother me a bit when diesels took over, but now I love to see the rare one that rumbles through on an excursion trip.There are few sounds are as lonely as the blast of steam whistles in the night, signaling that a monster is coming to frighten young children..
This building was shipped to America along with many others from the same farm in Normandy in the early 1900s and reassembled with the help of a railroad spur specifically built to haul the materials to the site.
It was a rookery, where pigeons were raised as a meat source.
The ice is gone from Lake Erie, signaling the start of the boating season. This towboat responds to various maritime emergencies,such as engine problems, empty fuel tanks, or the occasional abrupt encounter with the breakwall, fueled by too many bottles of stupid.
I painted this from Civil War photos and a bit of research on the web. It was stolen by spies fleeing back to the north, with Confederates in hot pursuit, but were apprehended and hanged. Their is a bronze monument at the Chattanooga National Cemetery with a 1/4 scale General at the grave of the raiders. The General is at a museum in Kennesaw, Georgia.