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Kenronsberg
03-23-2007, 10:24 PM
I probably attended my first show with my mother carrying me but didn't join until 1987 after my cousin David Ronsberg and myself decided we should become productive members of society. I signed up to be a conductor on the train thinking that would be an easy to earn my meal ticket. Hartley Ellingson ( our Superintendant at the time ) was asking for volunteers for fireman and I quickly volunteered.
I was signed up to fire for Otis Phelps and Lorin Lindahl.
There are two rounds that stand out more than the others with Otis. The first and the last.
On my first round I climbed up into the cab of 353 trying to figure out everything that was going on. Otis looked down at me from the engineers chair, stuck out his hand and introduced himself with a smile. " You better stand behind me and watch what I'm doing if you want to work up here." As we pulled away from the locomotive building I couldn't believe how smooth it was. Otis talked about a lot of things on that round but on stuck out with me more than anything else. He said, " Son, you can think about what ever you want up here...... as long as every other thought is waterglass! I live by that rule and have passed it along many times.
Many years later Lorin and I started out without Otis on the engine. Lorin was pulling onto the east crossing when he stopped the engine, and said we have a special passenger to pick up. A frail old man climbed onto the engine with the help of his son in law. Lorin got out of the engineers chair and the gentleman sat down like he was at home. He signaled and started the train out just as smooth as glass. I started visiting with his son in law, about all the old fellow had done on the railroad over the years. Stories I have heard before, when it dawned on me. It was Otis. I hadn't seen him since the year before. He had been hit with cancer and had changed from the big strapping guy to a frail old man. I jumped up beside him as i had done years before to say hello and try and offer some encouragement. I said you'll get better Otis, you haven't finished teaching me how to run this thing. Otis laughed, that hadn't changed and it was a great laugh.
He said " If you listen to her she'll tell you what she needs." I didn't totally understand it at the time, but I started listening and they do talk to you.
I haven't yet made my last round with Loren Lindahl yet. Loren continued what Otis started, teaching me about the engine. I hope it will be many years before that last round comes.
Ken Ronsberg 353

M Kerkvliet
03-23-2007, 10:42 PM
Great memories Ken.

I never met Otis, but I have learned from his students, and the quotes you have from him, I have heard many times.

Thanks for the great post!

40avery
03-24-2007, 08:48 AM
http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii219/353ric/otis1.jpg

I truly expected that some posts on this part of the forum would be hard for me and this is going to be one of them. I am going to do my best to see through the water building up in my eyes and get a start on a tribute to Otis.

Otis was definitely one of those people on the hill that could easily be misunderstood if you did not get to know him. I saw in situations that I was close to that if you thought you knew it all Otis did not have much he would teach you.

If you went into it to learn and asked a question now and then Otis would stuff you full of information.

Some people have a way born into them that makes them great educators. Otis was one of them. He knew that the information he would give under operational conditions in the cab of the 353 may not stick because of all that was going on. After all your #1 concern was ALWAYS the water glass and then the pressure gauge.

I would run a shift with Otis and Loren and get down with all these things spinning through my head. Then later in the afternoon as I would be walking along the show grounds I would hear a yell. The yell could come from the back porch of the Bang House or from the bench at the Ornter or from the fence at miniature land.

HEY, YOUNG FELLER! COME OVER HERE. When Otis got you by his side that is when he would teach you things and tell you stories that really set the information in your head. He would take me aside and sit with me and then say, “Do you remember in the cab this morning when I told you to do ( whatever the item was). Well, this is why you should always do it that way.

Man did that make it stick.

My last meeting with Otis was similar to Ken’s. That year was hateful hot. In the days just prior to the show Hartley would get us together to work a little in the morning and then we would break at about 10:00 until about 2:00 to try and avoid the worst heat of the day. I had returned to the locomotive building early out of boredom and started to clean out the hobo car. I heard someone in the building moving around the 353 so I went in to see what was going on.

There were three guys milling around the 353 and I asked if I could help them. The older of the men came forward and reached for my hand with a smile and this look on his face like, “ you young pup, I’ve got you right where I want you.” I had seen that look many times before.

It was Otis.

I said,” man – Otis -I am so sorry I did not recognize you.”

He told me about his cancer and introduced me to his son-in-law and his doctor who had accompanied him back to the show grounds for one last visit. I will never forget his last trip on the throttle as I caught a glimpse of him running by me. There used to be a picture of him in the old locomotive building of that very trip and you truly could not have beaten that smile from his face with a baseball bat!. I hope the picture is still there.

Men like this do not come along very often.

God blessed me with many like Otis on the Hill and I intend to make this forum a place that maybe I can give back just a little recognition of what they have done for me and provide a little blessing to their memories.:praying:

40avery
03-24-2007, 08:53 AM
Ken,

Thanks so much for starting this thread. I hope we can get some good pictures posted also.