Wednesday, April 18, 2012

106 years ago, a railroad story

A quick note... I wrote this 6 years ago, for a railroad newsletter never published...
The anniversary of the earthquake lead me to look for it again... and now, here it is...

Introduction


In April 1906 San Francisco and the Bay Area were rocked by a major earthquake.


Damage extended from Moss Landing, San Jose and Santa Cruz on the south, north to Santa Rosa. In San Francisco fires started by the quake destroyed much of the city.


In the East Bay, damage was more limited, but the previously independent narrow gauge South Pacific Coast railroad, running along the edge of the bay was changed forever. When the dust cleared some years later, the narrow gauge was gone, in its place was a new modern standard gauge railroad, now a part of the Southern Pacific system.


In this special edition of the Carter Chronicles (or maybe Too Many Hats) we will explore this long coming but sudden end of the SPC, along impacts on the people of the area and railroad car building industry in San Francisco.


In retrospect, the 1906 earthquake should not have been a great surprise to any San Franciscan. In 1868 Hayward had been badly shaken, with damage reported as far away as San Francisco, where both Kimball’s and Casebolt’s works were damaged.


Smaller earthquakes hit in the 1890’s, but nothing had prepared the City for what would come at 5:13, April 18 1906.


Prelude - Planning for the end of the narrow gauge.


The South Pacific Coast had been leased to the standard gauge Southern Pacific in 1887. Previously, when the SP purchased narrow gauge railroads, such as the Monterey and Salinas Valley Railroad, or the Santa Cruz Railroad, they had been quickly standard gauged.


On the SPC, things were different. The SP initially changed little on the SPC, and later when changes did come they were less significant. In 1893 SP introduced the Sunset logo on freight cars which had been built not in Newark, by the Carter Brothers, but in Sacramento, in the Central Pacific shops. Soon afterward a third rail appeared in the SPC yards in San Jose, allowing the use of standard gauge cars, but preserving the narrow gauge. By 1895 the line between San Jose and Los Gatos had a third rail, and was seeing standard gauge freight service, but regular passenger service would not start until 1900.. By August of 1897 management had ordered that henceforth all new bridges constructed and all ties replaced will be done so as to accommodate broad gauge trains. Throughout the Alameda and Oakland local lines and out to the Alameda pier, track was dual gauged as well, allowing local service with broad gauge cars. By April 1903 tunnel No. 1, located between Los Gatos and Wrights had been day- lighted, allowing broad gauge excursion trains to run all the way to Wright’s and its picnic grounds. In December it was noted that 35 broad gauge cars of fruit had been shipped from Wright’ this season.


As the new century began pressure rapidly built to broad gauge the entire SPC line. In March 1900 the Southern Pacific had purchased the Carson & Colorado, a sleepy narrow gauge line connecting Mound House Nevada (near Carson City) to Keeler California in the Owens Valley. By May things had changed, and gold had been discovered nearby at Tonopah. As the line’s traffic rapidly grew, more cars were needed, and by 1903 as many as 250 of SPC’s freight cars were leased to the C&C, creating car shortages in the Bay area. On November 30, 1902, the Alameda pier caught fire, burning nearly 60 passenger cars, 32 of which were narrow gauge, the others being standard gauge cars for Oakland and Alameda local service. With these two events, the line no longer had enough narrow gauge equipment to operate the railroad.


By mid-December 1903 work had begun to add a third rail to tracks from first from San Jose to Alameda, then from Santa Cruz to Boulder Creek. The line between Felton and Wright’s would be the last to be dual gauged, and was expected to take some time as there were nearly 2 and a half miles of tunnels to be widened.


As the track was changed, more and more service on the SPC was provided by standard gauge equipment. By March 1st, 1906 the only through narrow gauge service on the line was the three daily passenger trains. Narrow gauge also survived on the Centerville line and other secondary branches.


In the weeks before the event, the newspapers carried articles on the impending change to standard gauge, and with it the closing of the Newark shops and new train schedules for Alameda local service. On the eve of the disaster the San Francisco.


April 18th 1906 The End of the Narrow Gauge


On the narrow gauge South Pacific Coast, the Events of April 1906 would prove to be the unexpected climax of changes long in coming.


Well after midnight on the morning of April 18, 1906, trains and extra gangs were stirring all over the system. Strings of narrow gauge ballast cars, laden with gravel and stacked shovels, stood on the sidings at San Jose. Engines were under steam at the Los Gatos shed and in Alameda. In one day of intensive rebuilding, the inside third rail would be removed between Los Gatos and Alameda and narrow gauge equipment spotted at stations on the route would be set aside for even­tual sale to the Owens Valley or the North Pacific Coast out of Sausalito. At the same time, the last segments of unfinished standard gauge installation, loading spurs and passing tracks, would be completed and by the 19th of the month, broad gauge trains would restore service along the entire length of the original narrow gauge route. There would be minimal delays in ship­ping. S".P. ten-wheeler 2033, lettered for the South Pacific Coast, would handle the equivalent of the Santa Cruz Passenger on a new and somewhat faster schedule between the Alameda Mole and Los Gatos depot.


The cleanup train, dispatched from San Jose to remove narrow gauge equipment from side­tracks at Newark, Alvarado and San Leandro, rolled double headed into the darkness with locomotives 12 and 25 leading a long string of empty flats and boxcars. Behind the train, work gangs closed in at Santa Clara and Drawbridge and be­gan unbolting the inside rails, pulling spikes and salvaging the iron in great heaps on flatcars. Bal­last was shoveled between the ties and tamped down. By this time, every third tie was of stand­ard gauge "length, ample support for construction trains that would follow later in the day to pick up rails and parts.


Shortly before 5 a.m. the cleanup train had worked its way 17 miles north, slowly advancing from siding to siding until it reached Newark with a long, heavy string of cars. John May was firing on No. 12, the lead engine, Billy Jones was at the Baldwin's throttle while in the cab of the 25, nar­row gauge veterans Henry Coyle and Bob Elliot set their brakes and dropped to the ground. Both engines were nearly out of water. May uncoupled the 12, climbed onto her tender and rode the en­gine a few yards ahead to the new steel water tank that had been erected that year for the in­auguration of broad gauge service. He wrestled with the spout and hung on the halyard until the tender was full. Jones reversed the engine and the 12 chuffed back toward its train. It was twelve past five. The sun hadn't quite broken over the line of the horizon.


5:13 am, April 18, 1906


A sound like thunder grew in the distance and got closer. It mounted to the boom of drums and then cannonading. Suddenly the ground heaved, the earth rippled in a visible wave and on its crest, the ground cracked into gaping clefts. At the peak of the vibration, ten seconds after it began, the new water tank's timber supports splintered and collapsed, dropping the tank onto the tracks where its steel plates buckled on impact. Thou­sands of gallons of water roared into the ground. No. 12 had cleared the tank by just yards before the shudder and was jarred off the rails. Freight cars lay on their sides. The air was dusty but strangely still.


At Drawbridge, hotel proprietor George Sprung was sound asleep in bed while outside, extra gangs were already at work a few hundred yards from the building. A few seconds past 5:04 a.m., Sprung's Hotel sat down on its foundations with a bang and when its owner dug himself out of the debris, he grabbed for his bird gun, raced outside and leveled it at the first section man in sight. "What's the meaning of wrecking my building?" were his sentiments. Sprung was in the mood to open fire and had to be subdued by three or four crewmen before someone calmly explained that an earthquake had done the damage and had un­equivocally knocked the Mud Slough bridge out of line. Sprung was inconsolable.


Under steam at the Los Gatos engine house, the narrow gauge locomotive scheduled to handle a work train over the line to San Jose was just min­utes from departure time. Its hostler had pulled wooden wheel blocks from under the front drivers only to have the quake's vibration skid the locked wheels ten feet. Another work engine, steaming on the roundhouse lead at San Jose, was tipped into the pit. The long San Leandro Bay bridge was massively damaged and against an ominous backdrop of smoke looming up from the direction of San Francisco, indicative of more terrible con­sequences of the shake that would come to atten­tion of the world as the 1906 Earthquake and Fire, the South Pacific Coast was dismembered from one end to the other. Its tracks in the mountains were found to coincide closely with the line of the San Andreas Fault that had been the geologic root of the chaos, and rails in Los Gatos Canyon were sheared and twisted into steel pretzels. The trestle at Wrights was skewed into an impassibly tight comer. Mountains of earth thundered down into cuts and the tunnels were choked with cave-ins.


The station agent at Laurel had come through the mile-and-a-half-long summit tunnel on a hand­car the evening before to attend a dance at the Wrights Hotel, where he ate and made merry until the hour grew very late. At nearly four the next morning, the agent was pumping back through the tunnel and cleared its southern end less than an hour before the great quake brought the roof down and sealed the bore with rock in such quan­tity that it would only be reopened 18 months later. Concrete portals were fractured and reduced to piles of rubble. The Laurel agent always fig­ured it was his closest call.


In less than 2 minutes, the narrow gauge South Pacific Coast was gone.


The South Pacific Coast was not the only narrow gauge affected. To the North, the North Shore railroad had tracks displaced, and at least one locomotive knocked over. To the South, the Pajaro Valley Consolidate Railroad suffered significant damage at both its Moss Landing facility and at the new sugar beat plant at Spreckles. The Standard gauge SP suffered as well, with a train derailed south of San Jose, and one of the tunnels on the Bayshore cutoff, then being built, collapsed.


It was a bad day all around...





Thursday, April 12, 2012

Thunder Bolts and Lighting…. (Very very frightening)…


Here there is a storm overhead… with lighting, thunder, and apparently a tornado warning (seen by a friend who called, alarmed by the scrolling warning across the bottom of her TV screen.)


And rain… lots of rain…


Another flash… thunder a second or so later…


Northern California is not Florida… we don’t get lightning… thunder… and this specific type of extreme weather… but we are, now…


The daughter, having spent time in Florida, and having learned Florida rules is unwilling to wash dishes… water conducts electricity… lighting is electricity… You use water when washing dishes… she has a point.


More thunder...


Rain is falling… lots of rain.


The animals are having issues… Atakapa (the cat) is scared… Emma is following the daughter about as a shadow.


A flash… more thunder.


Another flash, more thunder…


Should we unplug?


Thunder, lighting very very frightening, Galileo, Galaleo…., whops… we have reverted to a Queen song…


More thunder, more lightening…


Good night...

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Slouching towards the weekend

Following up, Later on Thursday and early Friday... The Lovely Tina is home… after a goodly goodbye party… One of the employees was leaving after 8 years (this is an eternity in Silicon Valley, particularly at Google…)


Tina came home with a Google tee shirt… (this is not unusual… Google puts our tee shirts when the leaves change… I work at a place where we note that leaves change, but no tee shirts…) This tee shirt states “ We Love our Parents”… Everyone, even us have a “Take your kids to work day” but Google has a “take your parents to work day” (too)… Sadly the Lovely Tina and I no longer have parents among the living… so ours didn’t get to go, but Tina was a tour guide today…


Since the lovely Tina had a late night, the wonderful Emma didn’t get to go to Google today (Thursday)… she is mopping about, wanting to go out… She will go to work with Tina tomorrow (aka Friday).


Now Saturday evening…


I had Saturday off… away from the farm, away from work… I mostly gardened…and puttered about the garden… I went to my favorite nursery… I bought plants including two very expensive grafted tomato plants… Tina, Stephanie and I had lunch at a local sushi place… I went to a home improvement store…


Once again home, I planted plants… mostly lettuces, a few marigolds, and some basil… I weeded… some random weeding but mostly weeded in the vegetable garden along the side of the house. My garden is important, more so than the vegetables produced… it is a connection to the earth.


I have tomatoes, lettuce, basil, parsley in a raised bed… Some of my tomatoes have been in the dirt for a full month… One can expect tomatoes as early as 60 days after setting out plants… if true, I could get tomatoes about June first… That is unlikely, but tomatoes by July 4th are a possibility…


Over the next week I will plant cucumbers, and squash… more onions… more tomatoes (including my special very expensive grafted tomatoes…)


Tina home… I showered (you would need a shower too if you spent the day gardening, weeding) and Tina, Emma (the dog) and I went to Half Moon Bay for dinner at the brew pub… (Half Moon Bay Brewery, maybe the best brew pub in the world, but its my local and I may be biased, but it is really good, visit if in the area) The brew pub had a special “Timmy Day IPA” in honor of Giants opening day and pitcher Tim Lincecum… I tried it… I liked it… I had a second. Go Giants!


We ate outside as the sun dropped… Emma was happy… Tina and I were happy… all was good. We took a photo… We drove home… I blogged (but you might have guessed that if you are reading this…)


Life is good, as good as it gets.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Random thoughts on a Thursday evening

Its about 8:30 pm… I want to go to bed… so does the daughter… I am tired and my ears are still ringing…I am tired...


We were up late last night… at a concert, a Matt Nathanson concert… at the Filmore… an old school music venue in SF… It was a great show, and worth the ears ringing and early morning…


It was one of those concerts… too good… too memorable… we have posters... did I say I am tired?


It was a stand up concert… no seats… lots of SF venues do this… the wife won’t anymore… she is too grown up… luckily we have a daughter to go with me... You have to breed new concert partners as you get old. We (daughter and I) have a Head and the Heart Concert in early June… the wife and I have tickets to a sit down show at the Great American Music Hall for Blame Sally in a few weeks… Tina does sit down particularly if it includes dinner. (Tina and I are in a Blame Sally Concert Video...


Making it worse, tomorrow it will be an early day at work; the electrical engineers are coming, the structural engineers are coming and expect a tour of the crawl space… the city electricians are coming to trace wiring… There are schools coming to, expecting tours…


On the other hand I have the weekend off… Saturday with limited if no responsibilities… Sunday in Sacramento at the brother in law’s (he (and wife)reads this blog) for Easter… He is running for congress… on a conservative platform… I don’t agree with his platform, but like him (and like his wife better) and trust him and we send him money for his cam pain… I guess we are participating in that old school American tradition of buying a politician… we find most go cheaper than expected if you buy in early.


I sit at my computer… Railroad preservation protects are looming… Travel ideas are out there too… a beer sits nearby (Sierra Nevada Torpedo)


From last night, from Matt, a quote of the day…


"You know that moment when .you are about to run in to a burning building and your friend asks “what you are doing” and you say “I am running into that building” and your friend asks if “you are crazy because it is on fire” and you say “that’s OK I’m cold”"


Its random... it works if you were there...


From me… I think its bed time… Night…

Sunday, April 1, 2012

The Tomato challenge…

It is garden time… Spring… a time when things grow… flowers blossom…


It is time for the “first tomato of the season” challenge to begin… I am going to win…


I planted tomatoes in early March, before I left… (this is a blog, frequently about travel… if you don’t know where I was, look it up… I will wait, or not…)


I am in a climate which is tomato challenged… Here, near San Francisco Bay, it is not hot.. Occasionally cold, not “frost” cold (we don’t have frosts regularly, and the frosts we have are rarely “hard frost”) but too cool for regular tomato culture… It is just not quite hot enough here in San Mateo, on the San Francisco Peninsula for common tomato culture… (it is much better across the bay, in Fremont where I work, even better on the other side of Mission Peak, in the Livermore Valley… If it is hotter it is better)


But I like tomatoes… and I live in San Mateo, so, I will attempt to grow tomatoes in San Mateo.


Garrison Keller when discussing Lake Woebegone, talks of the “Tomato Dole”… the embarrassment of not having tomatoes in your garden and having to accept tomatoes from neighbors who have tomatoes, who apparently are better gardeners… the proof in the tomatoes, you have them, or you don’t… It is apparently a Lutheran church/Minnesota/Scandinavian thing… I am none of the above but I like to grow tomatoes…


I have used several tomato growing strategies over the years…


I start early… 5 of my plants went into the dirt in early .on March 5th, after the likely first frost, but before the weather is really right… If they don’t freeze, they will get a head start… The 6th will be planted Tuesday (April 3rd)… There will be a second bed with more plants… but they are not likely to win the first tomato of the season… They are for later… September, October, maybe as late as December…


I have built a new raised bed… in the middle of the yard, in full sun… less protected from wind, but all in all a good spot… Since the new bed is so “public” (usually I plant tomatoes in the side yard… not easily seen) I bought new tomato cages… in bright primary Googley colors… red, yellow, blue, and green… It makes the lovely Tina happy (she works at Google…)


The soil in the new raised bed is a mix of compost, topsoil harvested while building a new patio area and pigeon poo… I have lots of pigeon poo… I have 4, no, 5, no, 6 racing pigeons… If you feed them they poo… you have to clean the cage with some regularity… I collect the poo, and age it, and use it as fertilizer… it is as good as it gets… It makes tomatoes happy… and big… and green… You probably don't have pigeon poo... too bad...


I plant my plants deep… Tomatoes can grow roots from the stem… I get tall plants, trim most of the lower leaves, then plant them with 4-6” of what had been stem now underground…


I choose my tomatoes carefully… You can’t grow many popular tomatoes in San Mateo… Beef steak just take more heat than we have… so I planted a red cherry, two yellow pear cherry, a San Francisco Fog, an Early Girl (a Monsanto Hybrid… an old school hybrid… as much as I don’t like the idea of modern corporate plant genetic engineering represented by Monsanto, Early Girl is pretty reliable) and a Stupice, a Czechoslovakian heirloom… It is my secrete weapon (after pigeon poop… pigeon poop is special) My later patch will include other Russian and Eastern European heirloom tomatoes… seeing if any measure up… I keep notes… I will also try a purple and a green heirloom… they all seem to be better adapted to cold…


This year I will test a new weapon… My local nursery is offering grafted tomatoes… cold weather root stock with hot weather tops, promising to produce old fashion hot weather tomatoes like the fabled beef stake, in the foggy climate of San Francisco… We will see…


Last year I got my first tomato on June 15th… the second and third in late June, then the wave hit about mid July… This year, I am trying for June 1… I will report as things progress.


There will also be cucumbers, lettuce, onions, artichokes, potatoes, beets, carrots and green beans (maybe speckled beans, maybe peas) Swiss chard and basil, parsley, rosemary and thyme… (or maybe Simon and Garfunkel… Thank God Monty Python didn’t do gardening sketches…)


I will be doing the sunshine dance… If I was you I would run away, fast… it’s not pretty…