Category Archives: a Caswell limerick poem

HOW DO YOU KNOW YOUR L.D.E.’S?

Layout Design Elements,

A railroad modeler’s defence…

‘Gainst unreal ideas

That bring one to tears,

Look to the prototype hence!

At a Connecticut loading dock,

A switching design loudly pops….

An Inglenook

Said someone in a book,

Makes a switching puzzle that rocks!

Certain real boxcars,

Are have doors damaged by sudden jars…

Or loads have shifted

An engineer gifted,

Learns which side of the dock a car is better to be parked!

This game I’ll reproduce,

The prototype is of use….

These pictures found

In archival ground,

Good modeling is real life—reduced!

Jonathan Caswell

 

REAL-LIFE INGLENOOK POSES PROTOTYPE PUZZLES
CSRR Inglenook CSRR Inglenook

Stuart Pate, from Bolton, Connecticut USA, took these shots of a prototype Inglenook sidings that is in daily use in East Hartford, Connecticut on the Connecticut Southern Railroad. “It is used as a baled pulp transloading point for a small tissue mill that is located away from the tracks,” Stuart points out. “As you can see from the photos, it has the required three tracks, two of which are at a loading dock that holds two cars per side, while the third is used as a ‘hold’ track before and during switching.

“Normally, loaded cars are either brought in on the arriving train or stored on the right hand track. Upon arrival, the conductor of the train talks with the forklift operator on the dock to determine which cars have been emptied, and to receive instructions regarding the placement of the loads. Sometimes an outbound empty may be ‘buried’ behind a load, or a car may have a defective door on one side and have to be swung to the other side of the dock for access. Some of the inbound cars may have priority over others for unloading.

“For the modeler, this represents a simple prototype for a very small and operationally flexible layout. Scenicly it’s nothing more than the three ballasted tracks and a wedge shaped dock with a telephone pole and small red equipment box. It wouldn’t have to handle only boxcars like the prototype. Flatcars and gondolas loaded with steel, lumber, curbing stones, or farming equipment could conceivably arrive here. The forklift could be replaced by a mobile crane as needed.”

When I asked Stuart why he had such an intimate knowledge of this little scene, he confessed, “Yes, I’m an engineer on the CSOR in East Hartford, and I get to switch the ‘prototype inglenook’ almost daily. It’s a small part of the East Hartford yard. In one of the photos, you can see some track to the right, so if you had a spare couple of inches it would also be possible to have a length of track against the backdrop displaying some favorite cars.”

Article and pictures reproduced from  Page 73, May 2008 on-line issue of http://www.carendt.com/small-layout-scrap-book/page-73-2008/

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TIME TO CONFESS AND REPENT

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  He’s not trying to grandstand—just admit to his guilt of certain motives and conduct and ask forgiveness of those he has wronged–whether or not they feel they were.  It is a part of his Christian belief…being reconciled to God and the ones he has wronged asking forgiveness of both.  There is a Bible basis to all this, which the author believes by faith to be the transcribed word of God to be followed and obeyed.  Especially when he doesn’t!  Questions/Comments are always welcome.

Writer of poetry,

The “fashion” got away from me…

Chasing skirts

Many women hurts,

Of this I am guilty!

Sought “readers” unsuccessfully,

The hidden motive–to see…

What interested

Where saints shouldn’t tread

And pester them endlessly!

The many unreturned visits,

Prove out how wrong is it…

I know my sin

Repenting therein,

Stop this practice is the solution exquisite!

I will  stillreach out,

In subjects not ruled out…

Walk in the flesh

Heavily risks death,

Gotta pull some hot irons out!

The upshot–some I’ll follow–

The rest–if they visit tomorrow…

I’ll respond graciously

But not the pest–not me–

I’ve sinned–I repent in sorrow!

My actions toward those of whom I’ve spoken,

From now on–contact is broken…

This I must do

So they’ll feel safe too,

No need of me in their business poking.

–Jonathan Caswell

 

TIGHTENING PERSONAL SCREWS

Before this chance to play,
He happened on picture display…
Got rid of some
Had no permission from,
The rest seemed very okay!

Mostly his file contains trains,
God, and a few fashion shots remain…
ALCO pictures
He often features,
But the RS-1 model of engine reigns!

Like all other illustration,
Permission precedes dissemination…
so only a few
Christian pictures accrue,
Avoiding recriminations!

–Jonathan Caswell

GOD BLESS WOMEN….

God bless women willing to show

their sisters how to maintain that glow…

Through makeup and style

Working on smiles,

Letting those ideas flow!

Accents of beautiful lines,

Clothing wisdom they can find…

Encouraging

Women swinging,

Being joyous about their kind!

We men tread carefully,

Stepping over the line is easy…

Men appreciate

these role models great,

Younger women, I’m sure would agree!

–Jonathan Caswell

Dedicated to Demi Monde , pictured here, and all the other brave souls who suggest fashionable alternatives.  God Bless you all!

 

 

THOUGHT IT WAS MONDAY…!

Worked a Saturday shift,

Got mixed up in time just a bit…

Woke up confused–

Had I over snoozed,

Had I missed a doctor’s appointment?

Went out to our living room,

TV preachers, near noon…?

Missed church–

Left them in the lurch,

They’ll have to lead their own hymn tunes!

SUNDAY–we praise our LORD–

At church or home He’s adored…

But we confused

Miss out on Good News,

Assembling to hear God’s word!

–Jonathan Caswell

Featured illustration is a picture of a church similar to one the author attends.

 

 

SUNDAY–TODAY WAS THE DAY…!

Sunday–today was the day,

We made it to church all the way…

She felt good

we understood,

And arrived before service started okay!

It was a labor of love

Getting to the church door above…

They did have a ramp

My friend Ed was aide-de-camp,

For Diana on the ramp, while to parking I drove.

She sat on “my” side,

Where I’d normally reside…

So we’d be

Where we could see,

And praise how the Lord doth provide!

Couldn’t go down for  coffee–

Or at least, were too tired in the offing…

Retraced her route

With me about,

And made it to the car without toppling

(either one of us!)

Others had been praying too,

That we would come into view…

Diana was merry–

Not since January

Had she the church doors been through!

–Jonathan Caswell