I've been a member of ADV for longer than I know and have only just stumbled on this thread! Where ever I go I find myself looking at railway stations and trains... the following may well explain this strange habit I have. My old man was a station master for the NSWGR (New South Wales Government Railways - well that was one of its names during his time from the 60's to the 90's). Just to set the scene the railway station is situated about 60km (37 miles for those who are yet to come into the metric system :huh) north west of Sydney, Australia. It is part of the 'Richmond Line' and services the rural area of Clarendon comprising mostly of horse training properties and the RAAF (Air Force) base, known as the Richmond RAAF base. The house on the right is the Clarendon station masters residence. The photo was taken in the 20's or 30's, guessing by the vehicles that is... 50 years later I grew up in that house! Roughly the same view 50 years later. On the front of the house you can see a small enclosed verandah... that was my bedroom for the 6 years we lived there (5yo - 11yo). And what 5-11yo boy doesn't want to live on a railway line? That's my old man going down to let the train (on the right) out of the loop whilst the one on the left goes about its business. The 'staff' is in his left hand (which he gives to the train guard - not sure what you'd call them in the US? Conductor??) and the signal key in his right hand. You can see my bedroom on the left and how close I was to the rail line. The gates across the road also bring back memories as Mum used to send us 'over to help Dad at work' when she had had enough of us during the school holidays. This involved opening the gates, emptying rubbish bins and sweeping and hosing the place clean. I used to also enjoy it when he had to go and change the kerosene lamps in the signals that were located further along the line in each direction from the station. Good memories just sitting here thinking about it Track diagram from the signal box at the station. Kerosene signal located to the right of the photo. My old man wouldn't ever let us climb more than 6ft up the ladder. Now days I imagine we wouldn't even be allowed to be in the 'workplace' let alone do anything :eek1 The station buildings. From the left hand end... ticket window ( my old man NEVER opened it, he liked the personal touch of people coming into his office buying a ticket and having a chat!), doorway to station masters office, door way to 'Ladies waiting room'. Next little building (in the middle) is the signal box and the last building had a floor constructed from old railway sleepers, no power and no light. It was where the kerosene lamps were kept, cleaned and refilled... again all in the dark :eek1 or as much light as you could get in having the doors open. They also stored a luggage trolley in there (something I never saw used) again I find myself remember things as I type... Sadly this is what Clarendon railway station looks like today... the building on the left hand platform is where the station was originally in my photo's above. The line has been electrified and duplicated at the station to allow no human intervention in placing trains in 'loops' so they can pass each other. The station is also, sadly, no longer manned. The house I grew up in was demolished in the mid eighties after we moved out. Hopefully, I've added a little bit of interest to those of you from the other side of the world who have some great photo's and stories in this thread!