Monon Railroad - Museums of The Monon Line

Museums of The Monon Line

French Lick, Orange County
The Indiana Railway Museum operates trains south from French Lick to Cuzco, Indiana, out of the former Monon (Union) depot in French Lick, Indiana.

Monon, White County
Opening in 2005, the 'Monon Connection' is on U.S. 421 north of Monon.

Linden, Montgomery County
Located in a disused Monon Railroad Station, the Linden Railroad Museum is run by the Linden-Madison Twp. Historical Society. In 1852 the Michigan City, Salem and New Albany (later Monon) Railroad cut through Montgomery County. The old stage road between Crawfordsville and Linden was given to the railroad as an inducement to get them to build through Linden. 1852 also saw the building of the first Linden depot, on a site behind the present day Post Office. The building was moved to the current location in 1881 when the Toledo, St. Louis and Western Railroad was built through Linden, crossing the Monon at this location. The museum is a joint venture between the Linden-Madison Twp. Historical Society and the Monon Railroad Historical/Technical Society.

Salem, Washington County

John Hay Center has its Depot Railroad Station, honoring Monon.

Carmel, just north of Indianapolis, hosts the Monon Depot Museum.

Other locations of Monon equipment Located in New Haven, Kentucky the Kentucky Railway Museum displays Monon's Diesel Engine No. 32 in its original black and gold paint scheme. Located in Noblesville, Indiana the Indiana Transportation Museum operates the Monon's first owned & operated diesel, SW1 No. 50.

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