12 March 2019

100 not out

For my 100th post on this blog I thought I would do something a bit different - thank people.  I seem to be forever the lucky recipient of information, things and advice.  And it is no different with this blog and my endeavours to record a few things about the Coonamble line (and to model it).

Not sure where I'll start with the thank yous, but an early one probably should be the bloke who has hosted my/our HO version of Eumungerie for the better part of 5 years in his garage (with once mentioning the rent) - thanks Dad.

Then there are the family and friends who send stuff my way, or who don't mind being pestered by my questions.

There are a special breed of people, known as readers of this blog.  Looking back at the comments and advice I have received over 99 blog posts, I think you can see a pattern of people very patiently explaining to me what I had failed to observe or adding to the story.  These comments are like gold.

And then sometimes it goes to a whole different level. A mate of Dad's who is no longer with us handed over his Roundhouse version of 2103. It is always good to see a 21 in action at Eumungerie, about a century after the prototypes plied those rails.


And then we get to the most recent piece of generosity.  Here is a shot of the nerve centre of Eumungerie, around 1985.  



Overlooking all the fancy levers was a diagram, sadly somewhat damaged by the local hoons.

A second sign was affixed to the wall inside what became the safeworking hut at Eumungerie.  I never photographed it because it never occurred to me it wouldn't be there.  But then it was gone.

But now it is back, thanks to a loyal reader. A call came out of the blue. Would I be interested? Oh, yes, indeed. Bob, thank you once more, you are a gentleman and a scholar!



Soon the sign will be back doing what it does best - assisting safeworking through the perils of the (HO scale) yard at Eumungerie.

So, thanks for sticking with me on 100 posts and thank you all once again for participating in my great folly.

Cheers,
Don