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Romancing the rails

Published:Sunday | May 4, 2014 | 12:00 AM
Machine used to stamp tickets.
Hidden in every inch of the time-warped railway machinery still lives a soul and oodles of character … frozen frames of Jamaica Railway Corporation. Seen here is a pair of diesel engines at the downtown Kingston railway station.
A scale model of a passenger bogie sits in the waiting room.
Engine 54, the 1944 steam engine.
Passenger cars, which have seen glory days, stand frozen.
Tracks and rails ... downtown Kingston railway station, framed in stillness.
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Amitabh Sharma, Contributor

'What is romance?', one might ask. The sheer joy and rush of adrenaline, or as Oscar Wilde said, the very essence of romance is uncertainty. For us it is that human-to-human connection, but can cold steel make you skip a heartbeat?

The Georgian architecture facade of Kingston railway terminus epitomises its grandiose demeanour. The cool blue-painted walls and the silence along the corridors, oblivious of the blaring traffic zipping zapping and zooming by, just stand still.

Even the air encasing the railway terminal seems to be of a different era - replete with hustle and bustle at the ticket counters; the impeccably uniformed railway staff stamping the tickets; maintenance staff; the passengers, some in their finery and others lugging their wares, catching a breath as they wait for the announcement of the departure of the next train; the aroma of food cooking and the clanking of the couplings and the release of steam from the engines.

Fast-forward to the 21st century, that lively atmosphere is now locked behind iron grilles, enshrouded in a film of dust. An eerie silence hovers over the platform, which houses reminiscences of Jamaica Railway's glory days.

Under the cast-iron brackets that support the roof overhang on the trackside, passenger bogies line up on the platform. Walking along the tracks overgrown with foliage, held together with wooden sleepers, reveals the noir hues of Engine 54, the steam engine built in 1944 and served Jamaican railways until 1968.

"Railways have been integral to the history of Jamaica," said Patrick Stanigar, a renowned architect and a board member of the Jamaica Railway Corporation. "We need to preserve this legacy."

It is a rich and long-lasting history indeed, railroads in Jamaica date back to 1845, when the first railway lines opened to traffic outside Europe and North America. It is the second country under the British Empire, after Canada's Champlain and St Lawrence Railroad of 1836 to receive a railway system.

COULD BE MADE VIBRANT

"This
area (in and around the vicinity of the railway terminus) can be turned
into a centre of the arts, shopping, activities, and events, which will
make it viable and vibrant," said Stanigar, who is the architect of the
Jamaica Conference Centre, downtown Kingston, among many other
buildings.

One of the plans is to open a railway
museum, to house trivia, documents, and railway memorabilia. "It would
be excellent to get these beautiful instruments and the machinery as a
part of a museum," reverberated Jonathan Greenland, director, National
Museum Jamaica, Institute of Jamaica. "It will be informative,
functional, and educational to showcase one of Jamaica's oldest
institutions."

Though the passenger railway service
was discontinued in October 1992, freight transport continues on some
tracks connecting docks around the island, transporting bauxite and
sugar cane for export.

"Imagine," Greenland said, "how
people can be put on a time-travelling machine and sent back to
experience the glory days of the railways."

Richness
and character abound at the location. Engine 54, her younger cousins,
the diesel engines, oil tankers, and passenger cars are tucked away in
the freight depot in which stand wooden carriages that ferried freight
across the island, and the platform now dotted with rusting or
cobweb-covered scales and crates.

A lone brown owl sat
perched on a steel column on the roof in the freight yard, looking
down, in curiosity, at visitors who converged below. It seemed like one
of the rare encounters that this feathered being had with humans. After a
brief gaze, it flew off, perhaps wondering if it would have to find a
new home if the plans to reposition and reopen doors to the terminus
come to
fruition.

amitabh.sharma@hotmail.com