Memorable Holidays by Rail

Share your favourite train holiday memory (or great grandma, mum, dad, nan or pop’s) and you could win two tickets to The Vintage & Retro Fair!

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The Australian Technology Park, venue for The Vintage & Retro Fair this month, is the site once occupied by the Eveleigh Railway yards. These heritage listed buildings were constructed back in the 1880s and are some of the best examples of railway workshops showing off their rich history while elegantly combining its contemporary purpose as a creative hub for the community to experience trends in artistry, events, education and performances.

Entering this venue is likely to bring back holiday memories and stories from a bygone era – when a rail trip was a significant feature of the family’s annual holiday – for better or for worse!
With affordable flights and comfortable, modern air-conditioned cars and coaches making up today’s preferred mode of holiday transport, it would be wonderful to hear your stories from decades past that include a memorable train journey.

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There are three double passes to The Vintage & Retro Fair at Australian Technology Park, September 27 – 29, for the most entertaining train travel stories!
In 100 words or less, share your train story in the comments field below.

 

Competition closes midday Wednesday, September 25 and the winner will be contacted by email that afternoon. Good luck!

9 thoughts on “Memorable Holidays by Rail

  1. Fern Kleinhans

    My mother divorced when I was a baby and I grew up hearing stories that made me grateful for not having my father around. In the mid 1970s, age 20, I decided I wanted to meet him, just once. I had to borrow money for the train trip from Florida to Connecticut, about a 2 day trip. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming to visit; I was so afraid that he’d refuse to see me. I didn’t know how he would react, having never made contact with me. My cousin contacted him and as it turned out, he was pleased to meet me, he even took me to his workplace. I left feeling glad that I’d gone, and had a thoughtful train trip home, but there was only one contact from him after that, before he died at 58.

  2. Patricia McMeeken

    This will be an opportunity for my family to visit the past and growing up with all the great memorable Holidays by Rail.

  3. Elissa McGloin

    I would love to have an amusing train travel story , with a more glamourous twist , something like Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina . I would get off the train looking fabulous in vintage Givenchy with my adorable little poodle by my side . I would stop traffic with my sophistication and a gorgeous man looking very much like Robert Pattinson would stop his convertible sports car to take me home and gush over me …….ahhhh sigh . I get on a train I, it’s always packed and smelly and mostly late , sardined into the carriage until my stop where I shuffle off with all the other robots to get to a boring job with no style , no fashion , no cute little puppy and no good looking movie star waiting for me , but I can always dream !

  4. Jen in Beast Entleigh

    Not a vintage train trip story, but a story about a trip on vintage train.
    My son, aged 2, was asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, and replied, “A steam engine!” As he got older, the interest in trains, specifically Victorian steam engines has remained strong – so much so that for his 21st birthday last July, we travelled to Maldon in country Victoria, where he spent a day learning how to drive a steam engine. Which he did, with us as passengers, to Castlemaine and back again. As he described the event: “Best. Day. Ever.”

  5. Cate Anne Elizabeth

    We recently had a splendid holiday traveling around the South of France by rail. My two pre teen sons, yummy hubby and I boarded the euro rail express at Charles de Gaul Paris. Decked out in black leather gloves with diamanté bows, a skirted woolen black jacket from London, suede 1940,s boots ,felt hat and scarf, I grabbed my suitcase and bundle of men and boarded the beauty. We were headed for Avignon, my favourite town on earth. We had three glorious hours of watching rolling French fields and sunlit cottage villages whizz by, as my sons devoured every ipod touch and digital appliance possible ( as thank heavens these trains had Power points for charging ) whilst feasting on buttery ham and cheese toasted sandwiches and thick hot chocolate . I couldn’t find my husband for a while when my son replied ‘ Oh, the Powerpoints are in the toilets and daddy is in there playing us on our WW2 strategy game on the laptop!” So train journeys transported all of us right around France and back to the 1940’s in our own treasured way.;)

  6. admin Post author

    When I was young around the seventies, a teenager, I would catch the train from Penrith with my Mother to the City and sometimes Parramatta, which was an exciting journey. I was not able to leave the house unless I was suitably dressed in a dress or skirt with a petticoat and stockings and my mother would check whether I had a hankerchief as well and my shoes were clean and shiney.
    We would sometimes get the older trains with the seperate little rooms with baskets above our heads for the luggage, or sometimes more often the old red rattlers, I would hang on tight as they moved from side to side and the men would hang out the doors, smoking as we went along, intently looking out the windows as we stopped at each station and excited to get to our destination.
    Times have changed and no one even gets dressed up anymore, not like then, however the trains are smoother and they are non smoking, but the atmosphere has disappeared and no one seems to be excited by travel as we were then.

  7. Cate McPhee

    The end of 2nd year uni 1988 boarded the XPT with a friend one night in Sydney. We were meeting the rest of the gang at a caravan park a few hours up the line. We talked all the way. Can’t remember the name of the town – but by the end of the train trip we were “going out”

  8. Lynda Duncan

    Holidaying with mum 2 yrs ago, we set off to the catch the Eurostar from London to Paris. Dressed in our newly purchased shoes fr selfridges, we tried to hail a cab. Having figured we hav no use for pounds, we had only euros. Who knew these cabs didn’t accept credit?! So dragging our poor leopard print luggage in the pouring rain, we ruined our new shoes, but eventually made in from Bloomfield to Saint Pancreas station. Upon entering the glorious station, naturally a beautiful ray of sunshine emerged, now safely under shelter, the rain stopped. After a desperate rush through customs, followed by a wasted 10mins seated on the wrong train, we eventually boarded our Paris bound train. Dripping wet and quite obviously struggling w our luggage, we encountered moans n irritated chatter to the tune of silly women in the way, from the all male carriage. In my most posh voice I loudly proclaimed “Well! Mother what great fortune! To be amongst a carriage full of gentleman! To think, here in Europe of all places, we were imagining chivalry to have died in the 60’s!”
    The dead silence and shocked faces were soon interrupted by a lovely female guard, who was kind enough to assist us by instructing some of the males to move their own luggage out of the way,
    and assisted in placing ours in their place. Upon arrival to Paris several hours later, we promptly purchased some lovely replacement shoes 😉

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