Frequently
we hear the question, “How did we ever survive our childhood?” It usually
refers to the stupid things we did as kids: jumping off bridges, railroad
trestles or dams; climbing way too high in a tree; playing war with bee-bee
guns in the woods, or later, as teen drivers, drag racing or using the break down lane to pass the
slow-going car in front of you.
In
the 1920s, Maine Central Railroad trains passed through South Windham with
stops at Depot Street, and farther north at the Gambo Road crossing. The trains
hauled freight as well as paying and nonpaying passengers. By nonpaying
passengers, we mean hobos.
Not
all hobos were of the ‘shiftless drifter’ variety. Many were skilled tradesman
who had lost their jobs, others performed odd jobs as they traveled the rails. Most
could be trusted, even around children. A good thing, because that’s exactly
what was going on at the Gambo station.
Gambo
Road crosses River Road at Newhall corner near Duck Pond Variety Store
(formerly Thayer’s). Traveling west, it leads to the Windham soccer fields, the
remains of the old gunpowder mills and the Mountain Division and Presumpscot
Land Trust walking trails. The train tracks that cross Gambo Road are now
exempt, but one hundred years ago it was the site of a water tower and a
railroad passenger stop.
Just
off the tracks at Gambo there was a small ‘hobo city.’ Kids in the area, ages 8
and up, were attracted to the settlement and would hang out listening to
stories the offbeat rail drifters would tell. And that is probably how the game
got started: a contest called train jumping. Here’s how it was played: When the
train stopped at Gambo station, several kids sneaked aboard and climbed the attached
steel ladder to the top of a freight car. As the train pulled away and picked
up speed, the kids would jump to the ground. The last one off would be the
winner. Crazy and dangerous!? You bet. Kids, don’t try this at a rail depot
near you.
The
quirky contest was known to have taken place in the early 1920s, so all the
participating pranksters have, no doubt, passed away by now (hopefully not from
train jumping). But we know about the high-jumping hijinks from a well-known
Windham resident and former town councilor, Liz Wisecup.
“A
long time ago, my mother confided that she was a jumper. It was her and a bunch
of her friends. I guess she just wanted to keep up with the boys. I was
astonished. If her parents had known what she was doing, it’s no telling what
they would have done about it.”
Wisecup’s
mother was Bernice Timmons, a long-time Windham elementary school teacher. She
was a sixth- grade teacher to a great many Windham baby boomers. It’s a good
bet that she never shared her youthful chicanery with any of her students.
Doubtless they would find it to be unbelievable given her kind, low-key
classroom demeanor.
Wisecup
said she asked her mother if anyone had ever been hurt. She said no one ever
did because if someone had been injured that would have ended the practice
instantly.
“I
still, to this day, find it hard to believe my mother engaged in (train
jumping). It was just way out of character,” said Wisecup, who then paused and
quietly observed, “I don’t know how they lived through it.”
Mrs.
Bernice Timmons passed away in 2003 at the age of 94.
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