Sorry guys i jumped right into the forums and didn't introduce myself. I tend to be a bit introverted at times. I am 57 years , and live in Regina Sk.i grew up in a CNR train station in Rhein Sk when i was 5 till i was 15. My Dad was the station agent there. The strain station was very basic, it had electricity, no running water or flush toilets, there was a 2 hole outhouse in the back, and a medieval metal can for a toilet upstairs that you only used in the winter time. lol I hauled drinking water every day from the hotel across the street. There were 2 oil burning stoves to get heat from, one in the living quarters, and the other in the waiting room. There were wooden grates cut in the floor, and heat rose to get heat upstairs. When it was too cold in the winter, we would go to someones house to stay warm.
We caught rain water all summer for bathing and washing clothes, and in the winter, the train would drop off large blocks of ice from a lake someplace, we would chip it off in chunk put it in tubs on the oil burning stove then in a 50 gallon drum in the waiting room. There was a telegraph key there when we first moved in, my dad tried to teach me the coding when i was little. There was a black rotary dial phone as well, lol and we would put pennies behind the fuses when they would blow if we had too. I am amazed we didn't die in a fire in that place. In 1976 or 77 the station was sold, and one of the locals bought it and took it to the lake, and turned it into a cabin, i saw it once after that and that was the last time.
The picture is from 1971, that is myself, my sister ,cousin and our family dog on the platform.
We caught rain water all summer for bathing and washing clothes, and in the winter, the train would drop off large blocks of ice from a lake someplace, we would chip it off in chunk put it in tubs on the oil burning stove then in a 50 gallon drum in the waiting room. There was a telegraph key there when we first moved in, my dad tried to teach me the coding when i was little. There was a black rotary dial phone as well, lol and we would put pennies behind the fuses when they would blow if we had too. I am amazed we didn't die in a fire in that place. In 1976 or 77 the station was sold, and one of the locals bought it and took it to the lake, and turned it into a cabin, i saw it once after that and that was the last time.
The picture is from 1971, that is myself, my sister ,cousin and our family dog on the platform.