By the Spring of 1970, the railways were running at full
capacity.
CN was chronically short of locomotives and box cars required to move the grain from the prairies to the coast.
Here, Trainman Jim Percy, borrowed from Kamloops, is taking his power, which included a 'rented' C&O GP9 to the shop track in Jasper. Photo Credit RB Harvey |
There were no firemen left on
the board, as all had been set up on the engineers’ boards and the chronic
shortage of brakemen was being addressed by the importing of young brakemen
from all over Canada . Jasper was filling up with them.
Of course, there were always fluctuations in the traffic
patterns that affected the number of miles a brakeman could earn during a
month. These fluctuations were monitored
by the company and the local union reps, and once a week, the total miles
earned were tallied up, then divided by the number of crews working, plus the
number of “spareboard” miles earned.
This gave the railway and the unions a basis for projecting
the number of employees that would be required for the coming week. Of course, this system wasn’t foolproof, as
“Murphy” was never consulted. As a
result, one could find himself sitting at home, waiting for a call that might
not materialize until you finally broke down and joined a few of the boys for a
few beers at the Athabasca Hotel beer parlor.
Of course, the ‘call boy’ wasn’t supposed to call crews out
of the beer parlour, but in exchange for a couple of beers shoved his way, you
could get your call and head off to work.
The alternative might also take place. The board might be set for a given number of
crews, then all hell breaks loose and the railway wants to run two dozen trains
a day with enough crews to run twelve because of an ambitious crew reduction on
the previous board adjustment day.
Brakemen were allowed to accumulate a total of 4300 miles
each month, but could work “hog miles” if they were reported to the crew office
prior to taking a call for a hog trip.
Brakemen who took a call with just under their 4300 miles and
came back into town with miles in excess of 4300, would be required to “bank”
the excess, or carry it over into the following month.
Where is he goin’ with this, you might ask? And that would
be a reasonable question.
At the
Fall Change of Card in 1972, I narrowly escaped being forced on the midnight
yard at Jasper by being assigned to the Wellman Crane number 50368 on the Tete
Jaune Sub for two weeks, more or less.
When the work on the Tete Jaune sub was wrapped up, I
returned to Jasper and took a few days off to be with my wife, who was
expecting our first child before the end of October.
The Tete Jaune work train hadn’t been a good-paying job so I
eventually wandered down to the crew office to see if there was a job I could
take for a few weeks.
There was no one around the station except Joan, who was
working as the crew director for the day.
I found myself alone with my thoughts, looking at the
assignment board with its name tags; green, pink and red indicating who was
manning which assignments, who was booked off, and who was on vacation.
I always enjoyed the regularity of a job working with a
regular crew in Chain Gang service on the west end, but I noticed that the
spareboard was currently exhausted.
However, there might be a chance to make a lot of trips, back to back and
be off for miles in time for the birth of my first child.
While I was debating my immediate future, the phone on the
desk in front of Joan began to ring. She
pushed the button that put the call on ‘speaker’, and said…, “Crew office”.
The caller was Jack Flewin, the Local Chairman of the union
for Jasper brakemen.
Jack was one of the successful applicants for a work train
that was hauling ballast from a pit near Hinton ,
Alberta to the new Pulp Mill at Shaver, Alberta . Shaver was near Grande Prairie on the newly constructed
Alberta Resources Railway line which connected CN’s mainline at Swan Landing to
Northern Alberta Railway trackage.
He told her that he had his miles in, but was willing to
stay out on the job if there was no one available. She didn’t hesitate, but told him that there
was a man in the office who was unassigned and who might be booking on the
spareboard in a moment or two. With
that, she reached up and turned his green name tag to show that he was ‘off for
miles’ and that his job was now available as a Temporary Vacancy, or TV.
He argued that he should be allowed to remain on the job,
but she pointed out to him that as the Local Chairman, he should know that he
wouldn’t be allowed to work his own TV.
Jack was going to be sitting at home for three weeks before
he would be allowed to return to his job.
With that…, she looked at me and pointed to the tags on the
board that held the names of the men who were working the Alberta Resources
Railroad (ARR) work train.
When it was bulletined, the seniority went so high for the
conductor and two brakemen that we calculated there was more than a hundred
years of seniority in that caboose.
The job was ordered to load and haul ballast from a pit near
Hinton , Alberta
all the way up to Grande Prairie . The ballast was to be used in the building of
the yard at Shaver, the site of a new pulp and paper mill, just south of Grande Prairie .
The majority of the work involved loading and hauling the
crushed rock northward, then dumping it in place on skeleton track at the
mill. The train would then run empty
back to Hinton to be reloaded.
The crew was working 24 hours each day, seven days a
week. Train crew members were making
their 4300 miles in less than ten days.
Jack, and the other brakeman,
Vic Sivik of Edmonton
had given up their conductor’s seniority in order to take the very lucrative
work train on the A.R.R.
The conductor, Vern Siga had already made his miles in very
short order and had been replaced by a younger conductor, Ernie Robinson.
In the fall of ’72 I didn’t have enough seniority to hold anything
but the spareboard, but that didn’t stop me from looking, longingly at the
really good jobs.
Here was a ‘gift horse’ looking me in the eye. The only men who could take a temporary
vacancy on the work train was a man who was assigned to the spareboard. All I had to do was tell Joan that I wanted
to book on the spareboard and the work train was mine, provided a senior
spareboard man didn’t walk into the office before Joan had a chance to “call”
me for the job.
Knowing that the crew office phone was in “open speaker”
mode, I said to Joan, “Book me on the spareboard, please…, and I’ll take a call
for the ARR work train”.
Joan got up from her chair and moved my name tags from the “unassigned”
board and lifted Jack’s tags from the ARR work train assignment.
I felt a rush of excitement when I saw her hang my tags on
the work train peg where Jack’s had been.
I might have nearly three weeks on this job before Jack
would be able to come back on his job.
At the very least, I would be able to accumulate my 4300 mile limit in
less than ten days, giving me lots of time off for the birth of my baby.
When I arrived at Hinton later that evening, the train had
been loaded and was standing in the siding at Hinton, ready to leave for Grande Prairie . I took my place on the engine with engineer
Danny Fry and when the signal turned green, we were on the move, westward to
Swan Landing.
Soon, we were leaving the main line at Swan Landing and,
after running around the train, we were heading up a long grade; the first of
several on the ARR between Swan Landing and Grande Prairie.
It was a straight haul to Grande Prairie , where we went into town to
eat. After breakfast, we took our train…, twenty two cars of crushed rock to
Shaver spur, a few miles south of town.
Our power, an SD40 and a GP9 would be split up at Shaver,
with the GP9 being used to push the loads of ballast into the yard to be
dumped. The SD40 was considered too heavy
to be used on the new, un-ballasted tracks in the yard, but was needed to haul
the loads up the heavy grades.
Photo RB Harvey
Once we had emptied all of the cars on the rails and ties,
the empty cars were pulled back out to the mainline, where the SD40 was once
again attached to the rear of the GP9, and the caboose.
On arrival at Swan Landing, the engine would be on the west
end of the train. In order to run to
Hinton, we would need to cut the engine off and run around the train, putting
the engine on the east end. Once that
was done, the dispatcher would be asked for a signal to leave the siding at
Swan Landing allowing us to travel to Hinton.
On arrival at Hinton, we would leave the train in the pit to
be loaded by the front end loader and we would take the engine uptown for a
bite to eat and a rest.
Then the cycle would be repeated. When the train was almost loaded, we would be
notified of an estimated time that we could take over, beginning our return
trip to Grande Prairie
and Shaver Mill.
This was back in the ‘good old days’, prior to mandatory
rest rules. The crew was on duty 24
hours a day, seven days a week. The
combination of long subdivision miles and accumulated time claimed while
switching, loading and unloading racked up our miles in short order.
At the end of my first week on the job, I had accumulated
4300 miles. When we arrived at Hinton,
about noon on my eighth day out, I called the Jasper Crew Office from the
station at Hinton.
As it happened, Jack was in the office when my call came in
and he listened as I informed the Crew Supervisor that I now had my miles in
and would require relief.
The Crew Supervisor asked me if I would be able to stay out
on the job, as there were no men available on the spareboard at the time. I readily agreed, seeing an opportunity to
make two months pay or more in two weeks.
Jack immediately piped up, saying that he was available and
that he could drive the 45 miles to Hinton and be there in less than two hours.
The Crew Supervisor then told Jack that he wouldn’t be
allowed to go back out to the job until his mileage date, which was two and
half weeks away. When Jack protested, he
was reminded that under the Union Agreement, when a regularly assigned man had
made his miles, the assignment became a TV, or Temporary Vacancy which could
not then be filled by the man who was first assigned to that job.
In other words, Jack couldn’t work his own job until his
mileage date once again showed up on the calendar.
The job was mine, even though I would be working well over
my miles. I couldn’t be bumped from this
little money-maker.
Sorry Jack, but I’ve been waiting many years to tell this
story..., and I'm still smiling!