I really like this trolley entrance.
On our recent visit to Pittsburgh, we made a last-minute diversion to the Pennsylvania Trolley Museum near Washington, PA. Truth be told, we always referred to Washington as “Little Washington” so as not to confuse it with Washington, D.C. I guess we weren’t concerned about Washington state. Anyway, we had a few extra hours, so a ride, a tour and a lot of trollies.
So many trollies, that I have more door photos than will fit today. I’ll do my best to describe them in the gallery (click to start a slide show and see the captions). I’ll finish-up on a future Thursday when I have time to toss in a little information about the museum. I’m still playing catch-up with this week.
Thursday Doors is product of Canada where doors are imported from around the world by Norm Frampton, Limited. If you want to view the current inventory, head to Norm’s showroom. Look at the doors on the main floor, then click on the blue frog for access to the warehouse. If you have doors to share, the frog will hook you up.
Trollies were used for passengers and freight. They mentioned getting this from a route that included Jane Lew,West Virginia, home of West Virginia Mountain Momma
This trolley is about 120 years old
This was a private trolley car that was built out for the owner of the line.
This car was taken out of service. It was later purchased by a man who turned it into a hunting cabin. He took it off its trucks and moved it into the woods.
This is the back (front?) door of the car that was turned into a hunting cabin.
This was one of the “modern” cars that had a center section that was lowered to make it easier for women to board in lady-like fashion.
Apparently, that’s what you’re supposed to do when you want a picture that looks good. Then again, I’m not sure I can bend like that.
This is a maintenance car
This was a trolley car that was drawn by horses or mules. If this operated in Pittsburgh, those had to be tough mules.
Those are some old trolley doors.
Heidelberg was in between the town we lived in and the town where my mother’s parents and our church were located. We drove through it several times each week.
The business end of the trolley we were riding in.
Track side storage.
This is an old “high car” Very difficult for women in the early 1900s to enter without committing the sin of showing their ankles.
The museum building. It’s a short ride from the main building.
Beautiful doors! They’ve stood the test of time.
Doors on the trolley barn