Names
AB 608 gained the notable distinction of being named Passchendaele in 1918 to commemorate the NZR staff who had been killed in the First World War. The locomotive had its nameplates removed in the 1940s, and they were placed on display in the Christchurch and Dunedin railway stations. Two replicas were made in 1963 for the NZR centenary event, and these are held by the New Zealand Railway & Locomotive Society. Other reproductions have been made, including one for the KiwiRail War Memorial at Hutt Workshops, which was dedicated in 2010. This was the only steam locomotive to be named after 1877.
AB 663 was named Sharon Lee when it was restored to running condition in 1998. The locomotive is named after Sharon Lee Welch, daughter of Mainline Steam Trust principle Ian Welch.
AB 778 and AB 795 were named David McKellar (778) and Greenvale (795) respectively by NZR in 1972 when they were overhauled for the Kingston Flyer heritage train between Lumsden and Kingston.
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