Celebrating a Heritage of Railroading During the Days of J611

2014-07-10 05.37.08 With the announcement in 2014 that the Class J 611 would be restored and once again run under her own steam to return home, I anticipated that I too would be in Roanoke, Virginia for the glorious Homecoming Celebration in late spring of the following year. I sensed that I was connected to her in  a special way. Not like rail-fans or train buffs, but the way other families whose only financial resource came from the operation of steam engines during the 1950’s on Norfolk & Western’s Pocahontas division.  The connection drew me to ages-old railroad papers and books that I gathered so possessively and boxed carefully after we buried the Railroader in 1993. 2015-06-05 10.35.47 2015-06-05 10.36.37 2015-06-05 11.32.23 Coal dust had lingered on those timeworn pages and clung eerily to my fingers as I slowly traced each entry and studied them intently. I discovered a strange and surreal, yet inviting connection to a moment in time before I was born.  BUCKLAND Buddy on RR As far back as 1942, the Railroader, a young fireman then, proudly held onto his time books, meticulously recording dates, engine numbers, locations and times on duty, crew members and most importantly, wages earned for each trip. Since the average annual salary in 1942 was only $2400, his $10.85 for a day’s run was compelling enough for him to accept the risks of running a steam engine. Working conditions were difficult in those days; not just because of the long hours in the foggy or snowy weather known to the mountains of southwest Virginia, but just managing to breathe and avoiding burns in the cab of a steam engine was challenging. Railroad families describe how crewmen had to cover their bodies completely to avoid inhaling the deadly fumes or receiving burns from exhaust or injury from falling brick in the structures of those long narrow tunnels.  Stories and people of a different time and place, a different way of life, run intently through my mind as I search eagerly to find where I fit in. I remember the Railroader coming home from work, usually in the middle of the night or in the early morning hours, with black coal dirt all over his face and clothing. Overalls and cap that were freshly washed, starched and ironed only 16 hours prior, now carried ground in stains and that peculiar yet familiar smell; the same smell of our basement when the coal bin was full, and where we loaded the stoker to feed our furnace. No matter the hour, the Railroader’s wife would rise and start a fresh pot of coffee to drip while she made biscuits and fried bacon or sausage and eggs. He would eat a hardy meal, head to bed and often, in less than 8 hours, would hear from the call office to report to duty, only to do it all over again. Everyday, seven days a week, weekends and holidays – the railroad never slept. Most Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, the Railroader was at the throttle on a mine run, a pusher, a time-freight or if seniority presented itself or (he would say, “as luck would have it”)  the coveted Powhatan Arrow. As the youngest of four children, I had been given plenty, but I had no concept of the sacrifice that he (and she) made for us. Strangely, it’s only now that I even begin to understand that dad and others like him endured extremely harsh conditions in providing for their families. BUCKLAND LW  & BUCKLAND  LW_jr_RR 2013-08-24 02.10.38 I indeed went to Roanoke to welcome her home to the shops where she originated. Saturday, May 30th.  Wearing the t-shirt that honored by dad,  I left Hotel Roanoke and walked across the street to meet up with Tom and Bob Gordon at the O. Winston Link Museum located in the Historic Norfolk & Western Passenger Station. 2015-05-31 12.51.54

The brothers are the sons of Neb Gordon, N&W Engineer and friend of the Railroader. Tom’s wife Karen, daughter and family joined us on that historic day around noon. Bright sunshine and a nice breeze was perfect weather to await the completion of J 611’s run from the N.C. Transportation Museum in Spencer. As I swapped stories with others, someone in the crowd called out my name. I turned around to see Wanda Hale Crawford, her husband and grandson standing above. Wanda’s father, Jim Hale also worked for N&W. Their family and ours went to the same church when we were growing up and our parents were friends. Although J611 was a bit late of her scheduled arrival, the reported  70,000 people were awe struck and emotional when she rounded the curve coming into the yard and in front of the Historic Norfolk & Western Passenger Station downtown. Folks with cameras and media reporters lined the bridges over the rail yard and sprawled over the green grassy hillside in front of Hotel Roanoke. 611’s steam and black smoke bellowed atop the shiny newly painted body of the streamlined beauty. When the Norfolk Southern engineer Darin Bridger blew the whistle making that anticipated noise, the crowds roared with excitement and pride. WATCH HERE The couple in front of me had tears running down their face, Wanda Hale’s grandson waved his hat and got so caught up in the moment that he missed videoing the train. I too, took it all in but contained my emotions, all the while thinking that dad would have been oh so happy to be the man behind the throttle. After all, he loved railroading.

If he had worked past 65 years old, his pension would have been reduced, so he complied reluctantly. He once said to me, “don’t ever let anyone tell you that the day you retire is a happy day”.

It was a day worth remembering, a train worth celebrating and a man worth honoring. And in memory of those gone and honoring those who are still with us: – the Norfolk & Western Railroad family.

L.W. Buckland, Sr.
L.W. “Buddy” Buckland, Jr.
Larry C. Buckland
Robert C. Buckland, Sr.
R. Cecil Buckland, Jr.
Charles N. Buckland
Walter Buckland
George R. Buckland
Asa C. Davis
Richard McHaffa
Neb B. Gordon
Ernie Hoback
S.O. Siple
Sandy Ball
? Wright
? Warner
Duck Ellis
Flop Quillin
Mr. Spangler
Clyde Barre
Corky Whitley
Jim Hale

BUCKLAND LW Engineers Picnic

Engineers left to right: Siple, ? Sandy Ball, LW Buckland Jr., ?, Wright, ? , Warner, ? Front – ?, Duck Ellis, Charles Buckland, Flop Quillin These men usually went by their initials, but many I have forgotten. If you know them or can identify the ?, please comment. Thank you


Duck Ellis, Neb Gordon, LW “Buddy” Buckland, Robert Buckland, ?, ?


Standing with J611 Steam Engineer, Bob Saxton at Virginia Museum of Transportation, May 31, 2015.


J611 at the Virginia Museum of Transportation

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Not sure of many of these older fellows, but Neb Gordon stands 2nd from right.

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I believe this was Mr. Spangler’s birthday celebration. I recognize only a few; please comment if you know others. Seated left with red jacket, Mr OW Siple. ? my uncle Robert Buckland next to Mr. Spangler. My cousin, Richard McHaffa, LW Buckland, Jr. ? Standing Flop Quillin in tan jacket and my brother Larry Buckland in white sweater.


The 1218 at the Virginia Museum of Transportation on May 31, 2015. I imagine that dad ran this engine as well, but have not found documentation yet.


The 2156 at the Virginia Museum of Transportation on May 31, 2015. DAD, LWB, Jr. ran this engine as documented in his time books.

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The campaign to #FireUp611 caught my attention a little over a year ago when I began to follow the posts on Facebook and the website. I couldn’t help but wonder if my dad had actually run the great streamline steam engine back in the glory days. Pulling out his old time books gave me the documentation that I needed to prove that he not only worked J611 along with his father L.W. Sr., but he documented runs on all J Class engines, 600-613 in a 1954 time book. He also worked the 2156 (documented) that sits along side J611 at the Virginia Museum of Transportation, and likely the 1218 – but I have not confirmed that engine in his time books. No 611 was one of fourteen Class ‘J’ passenger locomotives built for the Norfolk & Western Railrway between 1941 and 1950 and the only one in existence today. Simple lines, a bullet nose and a Tuscan red stripe made the Js stand out as one of the most beautiful streamlined steam locomotives ever designed.    



Reminiscing Tree Ornaments and other Christmas Nostalgia

It’s that time of year when I usually have the house decorated for Christmas and almost all the presents purchased, wrapped and under the tree. hum -Not so this year!

Along with aging – comes a slowing, savoring of life and a choosing to use time for really important things. This year, we stayed with the season of Thanksgiving for awhile before moving on into the hustle and bustle of the commercial extravaganza America calls “the holidays”.

Like so many times before, my husband willingly put up our 9′ artificial tree on Friday. It’s not a fun chore, but this is his gift to me, and I appreciate it more than he knows. It’s an old tree that we purchased the first year we moved into this house. (2000)  Each limb has a certain slot and each row of slots has to be careful filled with just the right color-coded stem. It’s tedious work and each year as we drag the oversized, duck-taped box out of the garage, we declare that we’ll get a new, lighted tree right after Christmas when they go on sale.

But once our large round blue spruce is adorned with lights, ages-old rose garland and collected ornaments, we realize that the newer versions can’t possibly be as beautiful as “our” tree… so we never go to the tree sale. Maybe this year will be different.

Today, I turn on Michael Buble Holiday setting a mood for pilfering through many plastic storage containers of ornaments. So many deeply special ornaments are tucked securely inside their own little box with handwritten notes as to their origin. As I open the first ones, my mind slips away into fond memories of when I first put that ornament on our tree and who’s generosity and thoughtfulness brought that bauble to our home. I smile with thankfulness at each glimpse as if that was the first time I had seen the specially chosen ornament.

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Precious little booties that came from Grammy on Katie’s first Christmas (1986) and more throughout the years; the lion, the carousel horse and the metal Hummel.

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The love birds and heart I purchased for us in 1985. The wooden bride & groom from Grammy on our first Christmas and the star tree topper for a very small tree so many years ago.

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Sister’s beloved nativities – and Sarah’s remembrance of dancing with the Moscow ballet.

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Kerry’s jumper from way before me and two ornaments from Liz – the ball from Spain when she was flying.

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Artful and thoughtfully created gifts from Suzanne Conner, Debbie Reber & Ten Thousand Villages. So many people, such kind memories.


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A Wedgwood Blue Jasper Ornament from Susan who never really liked us – but she had great taste in expensive ornaments so we kept it on the tree! Sheila brought a fox and squirrel which I love. Nancy Waugh, a dear lady in whom I found Bluefield in common. She was from WV and me VA, but we hold them close in our heart. The Danish ornament (2002) from cousin Edith in Denmark, the train from Karen and angel from my sweet friend Anne. … and in spite of my utmost care to package all the glass ornaments carefully in molded paper apple trays from Albertson’s these many years , there is an occasional breakage.


My most favorite and  heart-warming ornament this year is from the hand of Joanna Francis (www.joannafrancislivingwell.com). I purchased this from her last December as she celebrated her last Christmas this side of heaven and commissioned her to paint a bird’s nest piece. She was an amazing example of how to accept the challenges life gives and how to make the most of each treasured day was are privileged to enjoy. I cherish what little I actually knew her, but recognize what a huge impact she made on me and so many others. It was her relationship with Christ that made the difference. “The joy of the Lord” was her strength.

I hope you have a wonderful Christmas season filled with fun, family and fond memories. Remember to let go of small stuff and embrace what it truly important as we celebrate the birth, death and resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Happy Birthday Jesus!



Happy Saint Patty’s Day!


“St. Patrick’s Day was basically invented in America by Irish-Americans,” classics professor Philip Freeman of Luther College in Iowa told National Geographic.

On March 17, 1762, Irish soldiers serving in the English military marched through New York City to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. As Irish patriotism grew among American immigrants, the annual holiday began to grow in popularity with different “Irish Aid” societies holding annual parades. In 1962, as immigrants began to spread throughout the United States, a new annual St Patrick’s Day tradition was born in Chicago. In 1962, city pollution workers dyed the Chicago River green to commemorate the holiday.

Today, St. Patrick’s Day has become an international celebration. Beginning in 1995, the Irish government made March 17 a national holiday in an effort to boost tourism. Today, approximately 1 million people attend the St. Patrick’s Day parade in Dublin. (source)

But on this day, March 17, 2014, in honor of my DAUGHERTY AND DAVIDSON ancestors, I celebrate!


We have exciting news!  … from a researcher I had been in contact with and we have now established our ancestor’s identity in Ireland!  The parents of James, William, John and Nancy! (Dougherty/Daugherty) Such a find -… There are several sources to be confirmed, …now we have some tangible information to follow up on, We are putting a list of researchers together for the O’Dochartaigh Clann Newsletter to publish contacts for other researchers to network with us that can further extend or ancestry and descendants.  We are now designated as Family Group #2264 in the Clann Database…. I was given our ancestry back 32 generations to 810 – Maengal, father of Ua Chart, the Patriarch of all O’Dochartaigh’s (source – Robert Bobby Scott)

Vintage-Style Market Find

From time to time, The Railroader’s Daughter will post items for sale. Smaller pieces can me shipped, but larger furniture items will be for local pickup only. This first time, I’m offering a RUSTIC GLASS TOP COFFEE TABLE at $250.

Not too old, but definitely rustic glass top coffee table is probably made from imported wood and is a bit distressed. It would be  perfect for a coastal or lodge design. The dimensions are 36 X 49 X 20 with nice chunky legs. For local Tallahassee pickup only $250.
If you’re interested, contact therailroadersdaughter@gmail.com. (Cash or Credit Card Only)
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Requested Brooks Family Pics

BOYD, Andrew and Ciller Lester Boyd - parents of Nancy Boyd Brooks

BROOKS Aunt Malvie, Uncle Doc Cook, Maynard, Don, Ruth

Armalda Vernon “Malvie” Brooks Cook 1880-1973 daughter of Wm Brooks (1858-1939) & Mary Sutherland Brooks

BROOKS Benjamin  & Haley Thacker Brooks son of John & Elizabeth Brooks

BROOKS Benjamin (1864-1938) & Haley Thacker Brooks son of John (1812-1910) & Elizabeth Hill Brooks

BROOKS Betty Hill sife of John mother of Wm

Brooks, Elizabeth “Betty” Hill (1824-1914) wife of John Brooks (my 2nd great grandparents)

BROOKS Charles AND Nancy Boyd son of John & Elizabeth Brooks

Brooks, Charles (1853-1937) with wife Nancy Boyd. Charles is the son of John & Elizabeth Hill Brooks

BROOKS Charles Brooks Family

Charles Brooks Family photo

BROOKS Charles Brooks with cane

Charles Brooks

BROOKS Elizabeth Hill b. 1822 photo 1870

Elizabeth “Betty” Hill Brooks (1824-1914) photo about 1870

BROOKS Emily, Malvie, Rose Altha

Daughters of Wm Brooks & Mary Sutherland Brooks. Altha – my grandmother

BROOKS James & Elizabeth Brooks & James Brooks son of John & Elizabeth B and dau of Ransom Br brother of John Br

Brooks, James (b.1845) & wife Elizabeth. James is the son of John & Elizabeth Hill Brooks

BROOKS John 1812-1910

John Brooks (1812-1910)

BROOKS John Brooks, Jr

John Brooks, Jr. (b. 1949) married Martha Boyd

BROOKS Joseph & Alverda Kiser Brooks son of John & Elizabeth Hill Brooks dau of Fullen & Matilda Sutherland Kiser

Joseph Brooks (1862-1947) married Alverda Kiser. Joseph is the son of John & Elizabeth Hill Brooks

BROOKS May 1966 Hobert Ezekiel Brooks and Hattie Russell Bausell Br

Hobert Ezekiel Brooks (1900-1971) with wife Hattie Russell Bausell (photo 1946)

BROOKS Rosa and Ellis Jessee

Rose Belle Brooks (1888-1980) and husband Ellis Jessee. Daughter of Wm & Mary Sutherland Brooks

BROOKS Solomon Brooks & Rosa, Ezra, Ester, Swanson

Solomon Brooks (b. 1856) and wife Elizabeth Williams, with Rosa, Ezra, Ester, Swanson. (My records indicate they had 2 children, Eula and Eugene??) Solomon is the son of John & Elizabeth Brooks.

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William M. “Bill” Brooks (1858-1939) my great grandfather and son of John Jeremiah Brooks & Elizabeth “Betty” Hill.

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William Brooks (my great grandfather) and 2nd wife Orpha N. Jessee. His 1st wife Mary Sutherland (1858-1891) (my great grandmother)

BROOKS Wm Brooks, Uncle Ellis Jessee

BROOKS, Rose Brooks Gent, Lillians mother

Rose Brooks Gent (b.1898) daughter of Charles Brooks & Nancy Jane Boyd Brooks.

Many thanks  to Nancy Fields, Kathy Haynes & Becky Chafin for sharing pictures and Brooks family research.

According to family history Nancy ____ the wife of William Brooks was a full-blooded Indian but I don’t think anyone knows which tribe.  I have heard some of my uncles (Garrett line whose mother was a Brooks) talk about Constants (Constantinople , son of William) as being half Indian. Constants was the father of John who then would have been one quarter Indian, and so on. I believe there are some definite physical characteristics in the Brooks family that would indicate Indian heritage. My father had brothers and sisters with coal black straight hair (but he had red hair…Sutherland). So, 
I have pictures of Joseph, James, Solomon, and Benjamin Brooks (all sons  of John and Elizabeth Hill Brooks).

John and Elizabeth went to Buchanan
County after the Civil War from Mitchell County, NC, and then on to Russell County.

BROOKS –  The Brooks Family came from Yancy County, NC.

The Brooks Family
Yancy County, NC
Rock Creek 1850’s
Fork Mt. Area 1860’s

Constantine was in NC, his son John came to Russell County to Rock Creek 1850’s and Fork Mt. Area 1860’s. 

Altha Rudolph Brooks d/o William M. Brooks & Mary Sutherland

Mary died at the at the age of 33 due to complications from the birth of their 6th child Deward.

Mary d/o Mahala Kiser and Jessee Sutherland

Mahala d/o Joseph Kiser, Jr. & Mary Polly Childress

Jessee s/o Daniel Sutherland & Phoebe Fuller

William Brooks s/o John Brooks & Elizabeth Hill

John s/o Constantine (Constantnople) Brooks (Rutherford County, NC) * Rutha Daily

Constant s/o William Brooks  & Nancy ? (full blooded Indian)

William Brooks was born in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania in 1745 and died in Rutherford County, NC or in Cleveland County, NC in 1844. He enlisted in the Army in 1776 – the year the Revolutionary War began – where he was living at the time in Fredrick County, Maryland. He enlisted for a period of one year. During this year of service, he participated in the Battles of Harlem, Long Island and White Plain, New York. In White Plain he was wounded and sent to the hospital. After his release from the hospital, his tour of duty was complete and he moved to Guilford County, North Carolina. While a resident of Guilford County, he served three additional short tours of duty including the Battle of Charleston, South Carolina.


About 1787-88, he moved westward into Rutherford County and settled on Sandy Run Creek, which in 1841 became Cleveland County, North Carolina. This is the county where he died. We actually found no record of his marriage, but did find that his wife was named Nancy and the records show they raised nine sons and one daughter on the farm they owned and run a grist mill. According to his will, their children were John 1779, David 1781, Samuel 1797, Constantanople 1783, Joseph 1785, Issac 1787, Moses 1795, Aaron 1790, Hiram 1793, Elizabeth 1802.


Constant married Ruth Daily and was the only son to remain in Cleveland County. They raised a large family of 10 or 11 and one of their sons was John Brooks that married Elizabeth Betty Hill (or Hillmaiden) who had Alfred, Martin, James, Judith, John, Mary E. (Grandpa) Charles, William, Solomon and Rebecca C.

A Railroad Short Story – Hi, Ho Silver…Away!

“Hi, Ho Silver…Away!” by G. R. “Rich” Nuckolls

Rich Nuckolls, grew up in Bluefield, WV in the shadow of our beloved East River Mountain, and worked for the Norfolk & Western Railway. Rich wrote this short story in 2002, and as he confesses, based on “mostly” true events. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Merry Christmas!

It was a cold, bleak, snowy day. One of those kind of days into which only the hardiest souls dare to venture out. In typical Appalachian winter fashion, the temperature hovered around zero and the wind had begun to pick up, howling in out of the Northwest with a promise of even colder weather to come.
I, and the rest of the transfer gang, had just finished shoveling snow, sweeping ice and debris and spreading salt on the sidewalk around the Bluefield passenger station, anticipating the arrival of No. 3, the Westbound passenger train, better known as “The Powhattan Arrow” and then later “The Pocahontas” destined for Welch, Iaeger, Williamson, Kenova, and points West to Cincinnatti. Only a few passengers had arrived, most preferring to wait in their warm homes rather than at the railway station. The interior of the station was cozy, though, warmed by steam sent through underground pipes from a coal-fired central boiler located on the other side of the rail yard.
We were not so much interested in the passengers as we were in the mail truck that was to arrive at any moment. When the truck pulled in, our otherwise slow-paced shift would then get really busy, as we would begin stacking the mail sacks and boxes on baggage wagons. Yes, baggage wagons, the wooden hand-pulled carts with steel wheels that so many folks prize today as “quaint” antiques or large decorating props. We thought of them, however, as heavy, unwieldy, outmoded, man-powered appliances that had been around since the 19th century. (I think some actually had.) When the train arrived, we would then rush to unload the inbound mail, then load wagon’s burden of outgoing mail and packages onto the mail car during the scheduled station time. It was imperative for us to do this quickly so as to not delay the passenger train from it’s very tight schedule.
That night, as the truck backed in, we broke the ice away from the handle and flung open the door. Much to our chagrin, the mail bags were stacked from the floor to the ceiling. Behind the mailbags were rows and rows of boxes. Since none were loaded on pallets, each had to be transloaded by hand. Some were filled with printed material and were very heavy. Many of the boxes and bags, though, were lightweight, packed with Christmas presents, going to far away people and places, each with a wish for a happy holiday season.
At the very front of the truck, pushed up into a corner, stood one last Christmas toy. It was a wooden broomstick horse. Not wrapped in fancy paper or decorated with ribbon, the lone adornment was an address tag that was affixed to the handle just below the head and barely visible under the mane of yellow yarn. As I carried the small item to the mail car, I couldn’t resist the urge to “saddle up”, throwing my leg over the steed’s back and proclaiming, “Hi, Ho Silver…Away!”
My fellow workers, startled at first, began to laugh as hard as I’ve ever heard anyone laugh. I found myself laughing, too, as they were laughing with me, not at me. No thought of embarrassment or apology ever entered my mind. One of my co-workers, a rather elderly gentleman (or so I thought at the time…I think he was about the same age as I am now) confided in me later, with a trace of tears in his eyes, that he had felt the urge to do the same thing, but had resisted, fearing the ridicule of his peers. “I always wanted a pony for Christmas and never got one”, he said sadly, “not even a wooden one”, he muttered as he shuffled off into the cold night.
I vowed then and there to right that injustice, the following day purchasing a stick-horse from a local hardware store and writing his name on a gift tag. I slipped it anonymously into his locker in the Railway Express office, envisioning him riding like the wind around the benches and tables there. I was working in another area when he came in to work that night, so I was unable to see his reaction to the unexpected gift. I was not surprised later, though, when, under his breath, he whispered “Hi, Ho, Silver…Away!” to me as we loaded the mail into the mail car. We exchanged knowing nods and smiles and returned to our task, each bag and box feeling a little lighter…
I was saddened some years later to learn that my fellow rider had suffered a stroke and would not be returning to work. When I went to his home for a visit, he could not speak, nor write, but his eyes shone and sparkled with understanding. A niece had moved into his home to help take care of him and as I was preparing to leave, her small son raced though the living room, riding a stick-horse and proclaiming, “Hi, Ho Silver..Away!” My friend and I exchanged those same knowing nods and smiles.

Later that year, my friend passed away. His family was puzzled over an arrangement of flowers that was delivered to the funeral home with no signature, simply endorsed with the phrase, “Hi, Ho Silver…Away!”

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 Pictures from Randy Galpin – Bluefield Historian

Old Depot Bluefield WV Bluefield Yard NW logo

Bluefield WV

Saluting the Heros in Our Family & Yours!

Thank you to all those who have served for our freedom. We honor you.

David Buckland Military

David Forrest Buckland

Brian Buckland

Brian Keith Buckland

Ellis Haynes Buckland

Ellis Haynes Buckland


Larry Charles Buckland

Billy Mundy

Billy Foster Mundy


Charles Nye Buckland (top right)

Copy of Walter Edward Buckland

Walter Edward Buckland

Richard McHaffa

Nathaniel Richard McHaffa


Leaman Davis

Leman Clifton Davis

If you are family and I don’t have you listed, please inbox me on www.Facebook.com/TheRailroadersDaughter . I’ll be honored to post your name and a photo if you have one.