Pete Fredrickson - Locomotive Engineer
Growing up on the Lackawana Railroad, in New Jersey, I enjoyed watching the express steam trains go through town. My first steam experience was in the Navy, as Chief Engineer of a steam turbine powered destroyer.
Years later, residing in Old Saybrook, I was invited to help work on No. 97. The sight of that engine all taken apart revived my dormant interest in steam locomotives and inspired me to become an employee of The Valley Railroad.
Bill Wolf - Master Mechanic
I'm the Parts Department at The Valley Railroad Company. I was hired in 1986, to use my tool and die maker skills as a Machinist. Since, the suppliers of steam locomotives and their accessories have faded into history, I manufacture our precision parts from scratch.
Bruce Edgerton - Locomotive Engineer
In 1966, at 18 years old, I had the unique opportunity to fire No. 97 on the first of several excursion trains on the New Haven Railroad. After being drafted into the U.S. Army, I fulfilled my military duty as steam locomotive repairman, hostler and engineer. Now I enjoy being back with my friend No. 97.
Mike Camara - Fireman
Working in the cab of the locomotive commands all of your senses: touch, sight, sound, and even smell come into play. A turn of a valve, a pull on the lever, a tweak of a regulator . . . bring the fabled iron horse to life, be it panting and sighing or heading down the track pulling hundreds of tons of coaches and passengers.
This is an involvement in one's work taken to an extreme level. Damn the computers, full steam ahead!
Wayne Hebert - Locomotive Foreman
Starting with my very first electric train set . . . I was hooked. The sight and sound of a steam locomotive leading a long, luxurious string of coaches, felt like magic. Essex Steam Train & Riverboat provides that same feeling. Being here, for me, is natural.
Elizabeth Holmes - Dinner Train & Parlor Car Attendant
On the North Pole Express, I look forward to stepping out of the Parlor Car, into the vestibule and the cold night air. From the smoke stack, the steam is billowing white as snow, surrounding me in a ghostly mist. I love to step back into the light of the Parlor Car, feel the warmth on my face and hear the voices of children singing Christmas carols.