tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post6668086752732295798..comments2023-06-08T06:49:49.809-05:00Comments on New Baldwyn "Bearcat" Blog: The "Rebel" and the "Doodlebug"Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post-53256015509219101962009-05-11T08:07:00.000-05:002009-05-11T08:07:00.000-05:00We rode the doodlebug many times from Booneville t...We rode the doodlebug many times from Booneville to Jackson, Tenn. to catch a bus to Nashville and visit relatives. I was about 7 or 8 then. It was a nice ride but the bus trip over the river and the mountains was more fascinating at the time. <br><br>Joe Wardlow<br><br>Just found this website. Like it.Joenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post-46939244386008867792009-05-10T13:33:00.000-05:002009-05-10T13:33:00.000-05:0010:07,I had forgotten that, and, yes it was known ...10:07,<br>I had forgotten that, and, yes it was known as the dinky. Thanks for the reminder.Carl Houstonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135737520303997277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post-13904233362864600832009-05-10T10:07:00.000-05:002009-05-10T10:07:00.000-05:00Carl didn't we also refer to the doodlebug as ...Carl didn't we also refer to the doodlebug as the "dinky" or some such funny name???Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post-17179143944754019572009-05-10T09:11:00.000-05:002009-05-10T09:11:00.000-05:00Great pictures and info, Carl. My favorite uncle w...Great pictures and info, Carl. My favorite uncle was a GMandO brakeman on those trains out of New Orleans for many years. He said he came through Baldwyn and Booneville at least once a week and blew the horn for me. I lived in New Site and could hear railroad noise at night.<br>TonyTMGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812534277296231586.post-59583991054552873012009-05-09T19:52:00.000-05:002009-05-09T19:52:00.000-05:00Hey Carl, I remember the Rebel. It was the first ...Hey Carl, I remember the Rebel. It was the first and only train I ever rode. Mama got us up early one morning, and I do mean EARLY, to catch the Rebel for a trip to Mobile,Ala to visit Grandmother and Poppa Evans. She had promised us we could eat a meal in the dining car but when she saw how much it was going to cost she opened her little carry on bag and took out some PB&J sandwiches. I was so disappointed. The conductor, who had overheard her telling us we could eat there, came and got us, PB&J sandwiches and all and escorted us to a table in the dining room where we unwrapped our sandwiches and enjoyed the luxury of eating at a table.Clarene Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678060214559424noreply@blogger.com