Sunday, February 15, 2009

Response to: Memories of the CdeP Mining Camps and Those I Remember

I haven't figured out how to respond to a post on this site so I am creating this new one.

To Margie (Nee Fawcett)

Read your blog with interest! Especially as you posted and referred to my picture of my family in front of the fireplace in the FCC house in Amachay and also posted the picture of my mother. (Actually the FCC houses were in a little area of Amachay called Tiapukio..... no idea how to spell it.)

You have to be daughter of Brian Fawcett.... is my guess who was engineer on FCC before we arrived. I have read his books and was always facinated by the storey of Colonel Fawcett his father.) He mentions the Chalaca railway coach in his story of the railways which we used when we were there.

With regard to the zigzags on the railway line. There was only one point at which the engine was removed and turned on a turntable and reconnect at the other end which was at San Bartolome about 75Km outside Lima. On all the other switchbacks they ware always a pair and the engine reversed the middle stretch between the points.

The really neat thing was that at Lima Station tourists always grabbed the seats facing the engine so that they could travel forwards all day. The savvy always picked the seats with backs to the engine as after an hour or so they would travelling forwards for the rest of the day.

Paul Dixon
paul (nospace) dixon 'at' mail dot com

1 comment:

Margaret Fawcett said...

July 2018: Starting to write my memoires and my early recollections of the mining camps of the CdeP. On Googling, came across this blog including your response to my input some time ago. No I have no relationship to Brian Fawcett, although my mother, Lily Fawcett, remembers him when his mother and brother came on a search for him when he disappeared. She was working at the British Embassy at the time.

RECONNAISSANCE

Pinning down the relevant people-points,
One contact leading to three, to fifteen, seventy ...
Is less the leisurely gathering of a bouquet
Than the grasping at leaves in a gale -
At that whirlwind mosaic of scattered lives -
In an effort to connect them to an original tree
When only the ghost of it remains.
But, seeking anew the comfort of those shadow-branches,
We grace them with the qualities of our metamorphosis.
Achievement and deadwood have added their layers
To the bilingual and carefree children
Who played against the backdrop of the Andes
And knew it later for a privileged kingdom.

Lark Burns Beltran

(Sent by Wilfredo Beltran)

(In Chulec 1953-56)