An emotion Leon Park, 87, with his daughter Joanne, as he tells the story of his life as an employee of the Trinidad Government Railway, and of meeting his wife Monica. Photo:Dexter Philip
A Railway Love Story
Railwayman Leon Park recalls...
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FROM as far back as Leon Horace Park can remember, he has only ever needed three hours of sleep at night. This is not by choice.
His body and biological clock long ago adapted to the need to stay up late, and get up early in a time when few things were free and you worked hard for the chance at a life better than your parents had.
Park is now 87 years old, and would like to believe he made his parents proud. And to hear the story of his life, you, too, might agree. Here is a man born in the sugarcane estate village of California, the son of an oil worker turned sugar factory boiler man, from a family of Methodists, but who married in a Roman Catholic church, and will die a Hindu.
He aspired to be a teacher, but ended up mixing medicine at the village druggist, and retiring as a café, pub, and cocoa estate owner, with businesses in his hometown and in Laventille, and with five children to carry on the legacy.
In later years he would also find peace at the School of Philosophy in Woodbrook and at an ashram in St Joseph, where he immersed himself in the teachings of the Bhagavat Gita.
But it was his Trinidad Government Railway (TGR) job that will always define Park. He spent his best years riding the rails from Port of Spain to Sangre Grande, Siparia and Princes Town. And it was there, selling tickets in a passenger carriage pulled by the steam train from San Fernando to San Juan that Park would spot and begin courting beautiful Monica, the woman he would marry and spend his life with, until her death in the Christmas of 2000.
The Express spoke with Park last week at a home in Chaguanas. His knees are weak and can no longer support him. However, the body remains strong and the memory as sharp as that of his TGR co-workers, Monteith Saunders, 88, and Emmanuel Brown, 95, who have been recently featured in the Express’s Remembering the Past series. The three are among the last survivors of Trinidad’s cargo/passenger railway system, which ended in 1968, after almost a century in operation.
Born on August 27, 1926, Park remembers growing up at Yallery Street, California at a time when the Point Lisas Industrial Estate was just a big swamp planted with rice, and where people fished and crabbed at Goodridge Bay and Monkey Point, places which are now within the fence lines of factories.
Out on the main road was the popular Ramsingh’s store selling Bata brand of shoes, with a garage storing the buses that, in the 30s, were already beginning to compete with the railway in transporting people. Park had four brothers (two sisters died as infants), his father Anarle Uriah Park working down in Point Fortin as a pipe fitter with UBOT (United British Oilfields of Trinidad), and mother Marie working equally hard as a homemaker.
His father would die young, an explosion on the line under construction in Point Fortin leaving him with severe burns. Park recalled “my father had to wear wire mask to save his skin from falling off. He healed. But the second time it happened, he was done. He returned to California and started working at BC (the Brechin Castle Sugar Factory), in charge of a gang minding the boilers making steam to run the mills”, and the construction of the military base in Chaguaramas later to be used by the Americans during World War II.
Park said “one night (the boiler) went bad and they called my father out to see about it. From that heat they came out into the chill. All four (co-workers) got sick and they didn’t last long”. Park said his father was never healthy again, refusing medical care, losing his voice and languishing until he died when Park was 12 years old.
Park got a job at a Couva drugstore “mixing medication and learning from books about the drugs. Sometimes I would be going home eleven, twelve at night. I thought this was a waste of my time. So I went to (shopkeeper) Ramsingh, and told him I was not happy. He said he could get a job for me, no problem. The goods he sold came by train. He talked to the station master (at the California Railway Station), and they told me to come”.
That was how, at 15 years old, Park became a worker with the TGR. “The station master told me I had to go to Port of Spain to sit an exam. He wrote me a pass to get on the train. I passed the written test sitting in that building that is still there (now the PTSC’s admin building at City Gate). But then I had study for the telegraphy exam in three months’ time. I passed that too”.
It made him a “qualified student” with the job of manning the “wicket gate” at the Claxton Bay Railway Station where the passengers assembled to get on the train, ensuring the tickets were genuine, and that no one stormed the cabin. He even remembers the date, June 9, 1944, the week that Allied troops began landing on the beaches of Normandy, France, in the decisive offensive against Nazi Germany.
Park won a promotion to booking clerk, selling tickets on the train and at the halt between the stations, getting good deals on the market produce that the farmers could not see on the trip into San Fernando from Monkey Town, Debe and Penal. A year later he was assigned to the San Fernando Railway Station (they never let you stay in one place too long) at a time when the system was most important, moving the rationed food, mail, milk, the newspaper, ice, produce, heavy machinery, and people. Of course the most important passenger would be Monica, who lived in Fyzabad and had to take the train to get to her job at the match box factory in Champs Fleurs, and later, at her job at a tooth-making factory.
The authorities closed the Siparia, Princes Town and Sangre Grande lines in 1953, and it became more and more unprofitable to maintain the service which extended to more than 170 kilometres at its height.
Park, who moved up the ranks, held the post of station master when it all ended on December 28, 1968. And he was on duty that final day, too, at the San Juan Station when the train made its trip to San Juan and back to Port of Spain. He recalled: “It was cry for so. A lot of tears. I was the one to dispatch it (back to Port of Spain). The first ring of the bell meant the train was getting ready to leave, the second meant the engines were heated and ready to move, the third meant that it was on its way”.
It turns out that the station master in Port of Spain waiting to receive that last train was Monteith, now living in Marabella. Neither Park nor Monteith knew the other was still alive. They lost touch almost 46 years ago. The two plan to meet this week.