Whenever I write a blog to introduce a new book, I like to talk about some of the things I learned through my research for that story. Carrianne’s research centered mostly on the Union Pacific Railway and, in particular, the Pullman cars that Carrianne and her husband enjoyed in my story for their trip from Denver to San Francisco, where they fought to bring down the worst criminal on the Barbary Coast at the time.
The Barbary Coast also required fascinating research, but that deserves its own blog.
I think all of us would have enjoyed a train ride in an elegant, plush Pullman car. I was shocked to learn just how fabulous they were.
According to legend, a highly uncomfortable overnight train ride from Buffalo to Westfield, New York, prompted George Pullman to find a better way to provide comfortable, clean, efficient passenger service.

Traveling over early, hastily constructed rail beds, trains inevitably swayed, rattled, and clacked. Most passenger cars ran on two four-wheel trucks. Pullman used eight-wheel trucks supplied with an improved suspension for a smoother ride. He even added lighter wheels with pressed-paper cores to minimize jolts. He installed double-glazed windows and doors for quiet. The ventilators in a Pullman car brought in fresh air but filtered out dust and cinders.

The true glory of the Pullman car was in the decor. Victorian taste ran toward the baroque, and Pullman offered the utmost in ornamentation: carved walnut paneling, polished brass fittings, beveled French mirrors, Brussels carpets, brocade, tassels, and fringe. At night, porters made up the berths with pristine white sheets.

Thanks to the low $2 extra fee a passenger paid to ride in a Pullman car, such luxury was affordable even for the upper-middle class.

Before George Pullman introduced his first diner, the Delmonico, trains stopped briefly at stations to allow passengers a hurried meal, and I mean hurried. Dining cars ended this inconvenience. There were also parlor cars, where a passenger could relax in an upholstered armchair, which swiveled to allow a view of the scenery. Wide windows and elegant furnishings added to the sense of privilege. An organ provided entertainment.

An important Pullman innovation was the vestibule train. Early cars had platforms front and back so that passengers had to step outside to move from one car to another. The vestibule was a spring-driven accordion covering that allowed cars to be joined seamlessly. It made moving from car to car more easily and helped to stabilize the train at high speeds.

The ultimate in Pullman extravagance was the private car, known in the business as a “private varnish.” These cars allowed the ultra-wealthy to travel comfortably without rubbing elbows with fellow passengers. A typical car might have an open fireplace and a marble bath. Italian artists supplied paintings of fuchsias and hummingbirds for the ceiling. Lamps and fitting were gold plated. The car contained several bedrooms, a central parlor/dining room, and a kitchen. Such cars sold for $50,000, equal to 1.3 million today.

I’d love to provide more details on how everything worked, but I believe I’d better quit before I wear out my welcome. I’ll provide photographs instead to show you what you missed by not having been born much, much sooner.
What would you pay today to enjoy such luxury as the Pullman cars offered?
Please comment to enter the give away. One winner will receive a copy of my current book, Carrianne’s Debacle, and a second winner will receive a book of their choice from my backlist.
Charlene Raddon is a multi-published, award-winning author of Victorian/Western romance. Originally published by Kensington Books in the 1990s, she now self-publishes. She also creates book covers, specializing in western historical designs.
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This is fascinating!
Glad you enjoyed it, Rhonda. Thanks for reading my blog.
I have visited restored Pullman cars and would love to experience the luxury
So would I, Debra. They look so fantastic.
I did get to see train cars from the 1920’s thru 1950’s that came through a city I was living in. People paid about a thousand dollars each to spend a week on the cars including a few sleeper from the same time periods. Was so cool to walk through but not touch the seats. Was free but you were reminded not to touch but took your mind back in time.
I would love to be able to actually go through one of these cars, let alone take a trip in one. How fun that would be. Thanks for reading my blog, Anxious.
Have never seen a Pullman car or ridden a train.
I’ve ridden a few trains but none like the Pullmans. But even the simple ones are fun.
From all the opulence displayed in pictures it would be quite costly to have such luxury. However, the ones who used to ride this way had money to bury as they say. Mine owners, cattle barons or the ultra rich. As I could not begin to imagine the value of such I would have to assume, in todays money, many thousands of dollars. Several persons were known to own their own cars.
Believe it or not it only cost a few dollars more to ride a Pullman rather than a regular passenger car, but that shows the value of a dollar back then. It’s sad that more people weren’t able to enjoy such trains.
as a child we took a train ride from Greencastle to Crawfordsville in a regular passenger car! I was also able to take my daughter while in girl scouts on an old fashioned train ride to Metamora Indiana – they still run these old steam engines!!
Sounds fun, Teresa. I’d love to ride one of the old steam trains.
Loved the blog, Charlene! Your descriptions were so vivid. My husband and I took a train ride on Rocky Mountaineer up into Canada. Lake Louise was stunning. And oh, the luxury – everything from heated washcloths to wash our hands before dinner to afternoon cocktails while enjoying the beautiful scenery. I sure hated for that train ride to end!
Congrats on your new release! Wishing you many sales!
Thanks, Pam. Your trip sounds fabulous. Wish I could do that. I’d love to see more of Canada and Lake Louise.
Interesting! The only train I’ve ever ridden is the 1880s train in Keystone, SD. Nowhere near that luxury. That looks fabulous.
But your 1880 train in SD must have been fun. I’d love to go to Deadwood.
I rode the train in the 50s from Cincinnati to Indianapolis to spend a month with grandma. They were okay but not as plush as those pictures. Mom packed a lunch. Guess there wasn’t a dinner. For entertainment I read a book. At least one going and coming. Fun time.
I bet you were more comfortable than the old 19th century passenger cars though. Trains are wonderful. I’ve always wanted to ride one.
This article was very interesting. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be one of the lucky ones riding in these cars, I have never been rich and don’t think I would have back then either. I would try not to be in the poorest section, but maybe somewhere in the middle class.
The upper middle class rode the Pullmans a lot. But like now, there was an immense difference between middle class and wealthy.
What luxury and comfort. I would enjoy the Rocky Mountain train through the entire tour of the Rockies in Western Canada. Seeing that beauty and the experience would be unforgettable.
I agree, Anne. And I would love to take that ride. What a fabulous experience that would be.
Many years ago I did take a train trip from Montreal to Ottawa and it was very ordinary and short. Another time from Montreal to Toronto and longer with a snowstorm.
Other than a trip from Ogden, Utah to Portland, my only train rides were in Europe. One was okay, fairly comfortable, but not nearly the luxury of the Pullmans. The other ride was miserable.
I think it would be really fun to ride on a Pullman car! There are a couple of train rides I’d like to go on someday!
Yes, I’d love to even just see a real Pullman, and I’d truly enjoy an Amtrak ride someday too.
I have only been on a train a few time, and nothing this luxurious. I would love to ride on The Rocky Mountaineer that goes through the Rockies.
So would I, Kathleen. Love the Rocky Mountains. I’d enjoy doing anything there. I was born in Colorado Springs, but my parents moved to LA when I was a baby. Somehow, I think my heart stayed in Colorado.
I have never rode on a train, although if it was a fancy Pullman i would have made a trip somewhere.
Karijean, love your name. Pretty and unusual. If I had a chance to ride in a Pullman, I’d jump at it.
My grandfather was a train conductor so my fascination with railroad cars runs deep. I would give anything to ride in a Pullman car! The Amtrak is only 35 miles from where I live. The train station is so fascinating too. Your blog just warmed my heart today. Thank you!
I’m so glad I was able to warm your heart, Kathy. I was in an old train station in St. Louis once. It was full of wonderful little shops, but the stations itself was fascinating.
The pullman cars are surprisingly beautiful! We have some older wooden cars at Nevada City, near me. I’ll have to get closer and see what the inside might have looked like back in the day. Thanks for a great blog!
Thank you for your comment. Let me know what you find in those old wooden cars. That would be fun to explore.
Fascinating post! I’ve never traveled by train.
Carylkane, thanks for the comments and for reading my blog. Just doing this research was fascinating. I can’t imagine how fun an actual ride in one of these trains would be. Love to try it.
Absolutely fascinating! Always loved seeing pictures and reading about Pullman cars. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for reading, Lori. Wouldn’t it be fun to ride such a train?
Awesome! Truly enjoyed the history and photo’s. Would love to see the Pullman cars in person.
I’d love to see them too. Back east there are museums, but none out west. Thanks, Lynn.
Those photos of the Pullman cars are gorgeous! I bet that was so much fun, and so much easier, to pay the extra and travel in style like that, especially on long journeys. Thank you for sharing.
I agree, Megan. Such a ride would have been fabulous.
I would love to see the Pullman cars. I have only been on a train one time in my life and that was when I was in grade school and it was on a school trip. It was in the early 60’s and we where just taking a train ride. It seems like we road a school bus to Lexington and road a train back to the school. I was very young at the time, maybe second grade of school. We all thought it was an awesome trip.
Hey, Quilt Lady, how goes it? That would have been fun for a kid. We should all have such opportunities.
Thank you for an interesting post. Old trains fascinate me. I have not been on this luxurious a car, but have been on some older trains with much simpler accommodations. We have 2 restored 1911 historic vintage railroad Pullman cars built by the Pullman Company as coach 964 here in our town. They were in 1929 they were rebuilt as dining cars. They are parked on a siding and as far as I know to not currently travel the rails. They are exhibited in conjunction with a Southern Railway depot built in 1906 and moved from a neighboring town. They hold a fund raising dinner in the cars every year to support their educational programs.
I was just looking at tickets from Raleigh, NC to NYC and a private 2 passenger “room” (3.5 by 6.5 ft) would be $334 (on sale).
I won’t spend that much right now. For the luxury afforded by the early Pullman cars, it would likely be at least $1200. A full private car would likely be $15,000 or more per day, hopefully that would include hooking up to the train. I just couldn’t (wouldn’t) pay that much. I’ll stick with my $334 ticket.
Can’t blame you, but it sure would be fun to travel on an early Pullman, wouldn’t it? Wish I had the chance. Thanks for dropping by.
Hello Charlene never got to ride on a train But I would of loved to ! Thanks for sharing!
You’re welcome, Sarah. Thanks for reading my blog.
I have never traveled on a train, would like to one day! Enjoyed the post today.
Glad you enjoyed it. If I got a chance to ride a Pullman, I’d jump at it. Maybe someday, huh?
Interesting information! Love it! I wanna ride one!?
So do I, Paula. Thanks for commenting.
would be interesting to try
Wouldn’t it though, bn100? I’d love to ride a Pullman. Thanks for stopping by.
Hi, thank you so much for this very interesting information, I really enjoyed reading it. I have been on train trips and I love riding on a train. Some day I would love to go to different states in a train. I have heard that the Tequila train The Cuervo Express in Mexico is a real treat to ride in. We went on a train in Colorado and it was alot of fun. We also went on the train that goes to the Copper Mines in Mexico and that was a really nice trip also. One day I would love to go on the train which is the Cumbres and Toltec Rail ride. Have a great weekend and stay safe.
You have had some fun trips. Keep it up. Travel all you can while you have your health. Let me know how the Cumbres & Toltec Rail ride is. You stay safe too.
Welcome. Thanks for sharing this fascinating information about pull man cars. I dont know what I would pay really. I would love to travel in a train across country. quilting dash lady at comcast dot net
I’d be willing to pay a bit to ride a Pullman. It would be worth it. I love to travel.
I really enjoyed your blog about the Pullman cars & yes, I would pay whatever they were asking to ride in one. I have rode in a train from Chicago to California. We had a sleeper car, dinning car & dome car. It was Awesome. The train when through Donner Pass & Lake Tahoe & a lot of mountains. We really enjoyed our vacation by train years ago.
Wow, Lois, that sounds like a fantastic trip. Yes, it would be worth it to me to pay for such a ride. I hope I get to do that someday. It’s on my wish list. Stay safe.
What would I pay today to enjoy such luxury as the Pullman cars offered? I think $2 is a fair price for then and now. You want a fair price so all can enjoy the luxury ride. I would pay $2 to enjoy the ride of luxury on Pullman Cars.
What an interesting, fascinating & enjoyable post. Loved reading about the history of the luxury of Pullman cars.
Would love to ride on them someday.
$2 wouldn’t be quite enough. It cost $3. I was surprised it was that cheap, considering how much more luxury you got for your dollar. I would pay the $3, but it all depends on how much money you have and back then most people were pretty cash poor. Thanks for commenting.
Not sure what I’d pay, but oh, my, wouldn’t it be so special? Thanks for a great blog post, and I look forward to reading your book.
I hope you enjoy my book if you get it. I enjoyed writing it and doing the research. Thanks for reading my blog. Stay safe.
I’ve been to a lot of RR museums and have seen quite a few Pullman cars. They were very nice.
As for me, I wouldn’t pay to ride in one. After taking the AutoTrain to Florida, which was not a good experience for me–it’s not a smooth, high speed train–I wouldn’t ride in one. Motion sickness is not worth it.
No, motion sickness would turn me off too. The Pullmans were especially built for a smooth insulated ride, but I’m sure it wouldn’t be that smooth. Thanks for reading my blog. Take care.