To Err is Human – Cornfield Meet at Woodlawn
This anecdote came in a roundabout way through Bruce Chapman. I have deleted some names to preserve the anonymity of the main characters. It illustrates some sloppy working which would not be tolerated today.
I had been mustered out of the Navy in
October of 1945. I
“Did you ever take a drink while you were in the navy?”
I couldn't help but smile and say:
“Sure I used to take my “Tot of Rum,” every day at eleven o’clock when “Up Spirits” was piped, while we were at sea.”
Mr. Hayes immediately gave me a lecture on how I must be governed with respect to spirits now that I was back in the employ of the CNR. “Six days thou shalt abstain but on your day off its okay to have a drink.”
I was relieving as the third trick
operator at Bank Street
NGR issued a “31” (No. 27) to No 205 at Bank Street and a “19Y” to Extra 3448 East at Pembroke Junction which gave the eastbound right over the mixed.
I repeated the order before going off duty at 08:00 AM. I showed the time I repeated the order but otherwise took no further action, except to transfer the order to the incoming operator.
In the operator's office at
Merv Yabsley was the Chief's Clerk and I had a room at his place, so being tired, I was in bed sound asleep within the hour after being relieved. Sometime after ten o’clock, Mrs. Yabsley knocked on my bedroom door and said that Mr. McKeown, the Chief Dispatcher wanted me on the phone. I pulled on my trousers went down stairs, shook the marbles out of my head and answered the phone, not knowing what to expect.
Myles McKeown was quite excited and didn't mince any words. He said right off: “Did you transfer the 31 Order No. 27, addressed to No 205, to the day operator?” Without hesitation I said “You’re darn right I did,” and I drew his attention to the order as well. The phone went dead. Needless to say I didn't get too much more sleep that day, not knowing what the problem was and naturally being charged up with adrenalin.
A while after I asked Merv Yabsley what was going on. He said that there had been a cornfield meet on the Beachburg Sub. between No. 205 and an Eastbound Extra. Apparently no one was hurt so it couldn't have been too serious a mess. I didn't get the details until a day or two later except to be told that the two trains had gotten stopped, drawbar to drawbar, somewhere between Malwood and Woodlawn.
I don't know what went on but somebody
must have raised the
question as to whether the
“31” Order No 27 was never delivered to
No 205. Moreover,
NGR had issued a 19R Form “W” to No. 205 at
The order was repeated and completed and delivered to No. 205 and he left town shortly thereafter. Immediately after the two trains came within a hair of a head on collision the hogger on No. 205 hooked up the emergency phone and started screaming blue murder. Somebody was going to have to pay for this travesty and it wasn't going to be him!
I never did figure out why the “31” was missed altogether, nor why nobody on No. 205 asked any questions about the exception on the Form “W” No 32. There must have been some really sleepy or hung over people for everyone to screw up in that manner.
To err is human, to forgive divine! After all, no one got hurt that time, did they? Unless you wanna count hurt feelings!
The moral of the story is simple enough. "Trust no one, especially yourself." We are all prone to err. It's human nature to do so. We all make mistakes because we are human and not robots.