zepherdude
OBS Chief
I too am from St. Louis have read about that curtain on the Illinois Central and blazing hot kitchen. I traveled The City of Miami and The Seminole to Florida several times which we picked up in Carbondale. My Mom was on the Missouri Pacific once from Little Rock to STL and she mentioned walking through a segregated train car. In the 1950s I was very young and the family (Parents and Nana) openly discussed segregation and were very vocal and prejudicial. I never understood what they were talking about until many years later I put it all together. Somewhere I came out going to inner city schools and was friends with persons of all races and liked everyone. I did not know any different and still don't. I am glad too!I made the trip by train (PRR) between Chicago and Louisville in the 40's and 50's probably 30-40 times. I can remember when the train coming south stopped in Jefersonville, IN (last stop before crossing the Ohio River) the conductor came through and MADE all the African American folks to move to the last car of the train. Also, Louisville Union Station had very clearly marked segregated rest rooms and lunch rooms.Yes, I was on a train once and saw that, there were two tables with curtains and those were by the kitchen that was blazing hot, I remember asking about the curtain and who sat there. All I was told is "not us". That was on the Illinois Central in the late 1950s. As the 1960s approached, I read what the curtain was about and also read the Rail Road discontinued the separate seating and people sat together. The train went through some of the south to get to Jacksonville. I grew up in St. Louis and never really experienced the issues of segregated areas. These issues were not discussed at home, except my grandmother who was quite vocal. What can I say, she was a product of that type of thinking in the 1900-1940s.This is an interesting thread. But remember that many people riding trains in the 1940's did not experience fine food in the diner. My parents grew up in Alabama, rode in segregated cars, and ate food that they brought from home. If they ate in a dining car they were required to sit in a section that was curtained off from other passengers.
In St. Louis, I have no recollection of bus, restaurant or Union Station waiting area issues. Union Station visits with my Dad were very cool.