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Railroad safety always comes first for a Southern Pacific third-shift yard clerk

By Bruce Battles | May 31, 2021

What a railroader learns on his first day on the job remains relevant years later

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Locomotives and railcars in railroad yard in California in 1960s in a black and white image.
Locomotives and railcars in railroad yard in California in 1960s in a black and white image.
Southern Pacific’s Monterey, Calif.-bound Del Monte cruises past the south end of San Jose’s Newhall Yard in 1969. At right, Fairbanks-Morse switcher 2362 drills cars beside the tower. Photograph by Ted Benson

 

I was hired as a yard clerk for the Southern Pacific in San Jose, Calif., in April 1960. On my first day, I was ushered into the general yardmaster’s office and given a short talk on safety. The general yardmaster, an old head named Ralph Fanning, stood behind his desk and regarded me suspiciously.

“Remember, kid, nothing in the world rolls as quietly as a boxcar. Don’t ever forget that. And when you pass around the end of a standing freight car, make sure you’re 10 feet from the end of the car before you start to cross that track. And another thing, this place is twice as dangerous at night as it is during the day. Be extra careful at night. If you get hurt, it might be 8 hours before anybody misses you.”

He said other things about safety that I don’t remember, but I never forgot those three gems.

The San Jose yard was almost a mile long, and in 1960 it had 33 tracks. Normally, two switch engines worked each end, and they were kept busy. There was no hump, just flat switching. Several large banks of floodlights, high on poles, similar to those found in baseball parks, illuminated the yard at night.

SP yard clerks had a variety of duties, inside and outside. When you’re new, you spend most of your time outside. The most common outside job was checking the tracks where trains were being made up to see what cars had been added. Switch crews would break up cuts of cars at the end of the yard, and then kick them down various tracks, where they would coast along and couple to other cars. When the crew finished, the clerk would find his list for that track, locate the last car he had recorded, and then copy down any “adds” that had been shoved in since then. You might be working eight or 10 tracks at a time, so you had to be observant and not forget a track. When it looked like the crew was finished, you would either call your “inside man” with the adds or give him the new list in person. The order that the cars were in was important because that string of cars would soon be a freight train headed for Los Angeles or Oakland or San Francisco or Tracy, or one of several other Bay Area destinations.

I wasn’t on the job long before I pulled a night checker’s job. One chilly spring evening, I was working the east end of the yard. Track 4 had the last car quite a way down into the yard, so I had a long walk to get to it. I recorded some adds and then thought I should check track 5, since I heard cars couple up nearby. The switch crew was still working, and they had shoved two boxcars into track 4, which were slowly rolling toward me. Since I wanted to go around the end of the last car on track 4 and find the adds in 5, I peered down track 4 to make sure I had enough time to go around the end of the car and go back on the other side. Those two boxcars were getting closer, but still about 200 feet away, and I thought I could make it before they arrived.

For some reason, I suddenly got a strange feeling that I shouldn’t go around the end of that car. Again I looked down the track, and the two boxcars were a little closer, but I thought, “What the heck! Walk down two car lengths, and when they couple up, get the numbers, and then cross!”

I turned and started to walk away, when out of the comer of my eye, I was horrified to see the end of an empty flatcar go by me, no more than 3 feet away! It coupled up to the last car in track 4, the one that I just almost crossed around, with a loud crash. In the backlighting of the big floodlights, I could not see that between me and those two boxcars rolling toward me were two empty flatcars. Had I crossed when I first wanted to, I would probably not be here today. When I finally realized what had happened, I felt weak in the knees and barely made it to a switchman’s shanty nearby, where I sat down for a few minutes. I always said that the Good Lord was with me on the job that night!

BRUCE BATTLES grew up around railroads — his dad was a Western Pacific station agent. In addition to SP, he also worked for WP, before spending 26 years as a computer programmer. He retired in 1994 and lives in Menlo Park, Calif.

7 thoughts on “Railroad safety always comes first for a Southern Pacific third-shift yard clerk

  1. In 1967 I was a summer hire yard clerk and I made what could have been a fatal mistake that I vividly remember even now 54 years later My assigned track to get car numbers was on the other side of the main line The daily local freight was moving slowly into the yard “Oh great, I thought, I can get around it and do my job without a long delay” I crossed and an RDC train was coming right at me I ran across the track and didn’t stop rubbing for a quarter mile until I reached the other end of the yard Lesson learned

  2. As a “crew carrier” I have always stressed to non railroad persons, “working on the RR is one very dangerous job”.
    Also operating rules have a reason, and are written in blood of those injured before the rule was established.

  3. When I worked as a brakeman on the NS GA Div. South End and we brought a northbound into Inman, and I was in the caboose and had to cross 8 tracks of the 16 track receiving yard, we had to radio the tower to get permission to cross between sitting cuts of cars. If they said no, you walked back up toward the end to clear all the cuts and asked again.

  4. Every rail has had a similar experience.

    IIRC, Ralph Fanning later became a Terminal Trainmaster in Los Angeles.

  5. Newhall now consists of two tracks used for the exchange of the Logan rock train. The rest of the yard was sold to BART, where the southern terminus of the line to San Jose will be.

    The remaining south bay retail traffic is handles from Newark, CA.

  6. 34 years of clerking on the Norfolk and Portsmouth Belt Line gives you a lot of respect for rolling cars night or day. We had some tracks that had shifted so close together that you had to turn sideways when checking trains and be sure that you did not snag your clothes on passing cars when active switching was going on, particularly if they were switching from both ends. I had that weak in the knees feeling more than once. We handled a lot of dry cement in covered hoppers and I always thought if they got me it would be from the large dried and hardened cement falling from the tops when impacted. A few hundred pounds of that would have been the end for me but thankfully it never happened. Safety First always!

  7. Starting in 1973 I got a job with GRS as a software engineer doing hump yard control systems design. More than once in my first few years when out in a yard doing something I would make what might have been a “fatal” mistake had I not been lucky. One night when out checking a faulty track circuit in order to see the face of the VOM to see the signal, I had to stand between the rails as the meter leads were short. Due to the lighting I had to face away from the hump to see it. Before going out I had asked the yard master whether there was anything headed for that track and he said no but in the process I spent some time in a bungalow checking circuitry and didn’t realize that the one hump had ended and another one started. I was about 200 feet down from the tangent point and heard a “creak” behind me. It was the trucks of a box car straightening up. I stepped out of the way and it passed. From that point on until I was done with my test I kept looking over my shoulder every few seconds! These days, working out in a hump yard without a second person as a safety watchman is not allowed. I have a few more such stories but that was my first one.

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