Münir Nevin, the Last Steam Locomotive Machinist, Made an Endless Journey

the last mechanic nunir nevin went on an endless journey
the last mechanic nunir nevin went on an endless journey

Münir Nevin, who retired in 1959 and spent his last years in the train station after serving 35 years as a fireman and a machinist for the railroads he entered in 1994, went on an endless journey.

You may have heard that people who used to use trams travel by tram even on days off. 80-year-old Münir Nevin, whom some referred to as "Münir Ağabey", some as "Ustam" and some as "Dede" at TCDD, was such a person. Nobody did not know Münir Nevin, from the most unqualified worker to his top executives in TCDD's enterprises in İzmir. Wandering around the stations most of the day, with staff and managers sohbet Münir Nevin was happy to live like this and to receive love and respect from almost everyone. Sitting on one of the benches at the entrance of the passenger hall, opposite Bandırma 17 Eylül Express, which is preparing to move with him in Alsancak Station. sohbet we had. Münir Nevin stated that he was born in Denizli in 1936 and did not return to İzmir after he came to İzmir at the age of 20 for military service, and when he finished his military service, he started to work in Alsancak Train Station in 1959 and said:


“I started as a fireman on a steam locomotive and spent 12 years working on steam. kazanI threw coal at it. Then I was assigned to Halkapınar Station. I continued the machinist course in 1972 and became a machinist after 4 months of training. But they always entrusted me with freight trains instead of passenger trains. The first locomotive I used was a German-made steam engine with a capacity of 56 thousand. They gave these locomotives, which were used during World War II, to TCDD after the war ended. I carried cargo between Izmir and Denizli for two years. I also made hundreds of voyages with 2 thousand and 44 thousand locomotives. Then they made me a motor train driver.”

Explaining that he became a driver for the 1960 model Fiat engine trains after all his years of steam locomotive habit, Münir Nevin said: “I brought passengers from Basmane to Söke and Ortaklar, from Alsancak Train Station to Afyon, Bandırma, and Isparta. Motor trains were much easier to operate than steam locomotives. But I liked steam locomotives more. We were burning 4 tons of coal on the way back and forth from İzmir to Denizli. kazanThe taste of the tea we brewed in flasks is still in my mouth. I miss the whistles of those steamers, the beat of the chimney, the 'choo choo' sound coming from the pistons. I was driving a steam locomotive, which I called 46105. I loved him so much that I was taking care of him as if he were my child, I was taking care of him. Those who saw my sparkling locomotive would be envious. He became my traveling companion. In those years, it took 12-14 hours to go from İzmir to Denizli. But I never understood it because I love my job so much.”


Münir Nevin said that she learned what she had learned during her 1994 years of retirement until 35, when she matured in the profession, “When I entered Halkapınar after hours of travel, the workers who surrounded me asked for help in every issue they could not solve. The equivalent of this help was always fragrant tea, pre-brewed. I was teaching all I knew about that fatigue without breaking any of them. Some of the staff I helped with machines at that time still work in the station. It is enough for them to say how are you and kiss my hand. ”


Münir Nevin stated that everyone was very pleased with the breakthroughs of TCDD and the Metropolitan Municipality in İzmir, and that he reached Şirinyer in 10 minutes from Alsancak Station by İZBAN, where he could only go in an hour years ago, and said: kazanyou are tired. What could be more beautiful than this for a person living in the city. It is very enjoyable to use these trains and to travel. Neither the mechanic nor the passengers get tired anymore…”

I asked Uncle Münir if he had interesting memories from his periods as a mechanic. While refreshing our tea brewed in wood fire in the Gar cafeteria, he said, "OK, not so much" and told a memory before saying goodbye:


“1990's. We were going to Isparta by motor train. It was close to midnight. We passed Tepeköy, we are moving in the light of our headlights in pitch dark. I saw somebody walking wobbly on the banks of the tracks. I immediately pressed the whistle, warned him, and when he heard the sound, he pulled back a little from the rails but turned to the rails again. I hung on the brake. The motor train does not stop so quickly, as it slows down, there is a voice called 'plug' from the train's bumper. I said okay, I'm going to be crushed by myself. When the train stopped, we immediately got down and ran back. It lies on the banks of the rails, there is no leg. Staff landed, some passengers also landed, we started searching for the broken leg along the rails in the dark. We searched a lot but couldn't find it. We came back to the man we returned, not himself. He opened his eyes sometime. I said your leg was broken but we couldn't find it. Having difficulty talking about the effect of the drink, he said 'No', 'I am disabled, I lost my leg in another accident when I was a child. ” (the izmirgazete/ Engin YAVUZ)

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