Your pics gave me a warm memory or two! We lived on a dry land farm about 3 miles from the center of a small West Texas Town. One afternoon, during the early part of my Freshman high school track season, I sent my books home with my little sister riding the bus and decided to run cross-country all the way home. The skimpy Mesquite trees, and the flat lands of West Texas, don't offer much of a scenic view, so I ran down the middle of the R/R tracks. I found one of these with about 2/3's of the distance left. It even has the same sideways bend in the top part of the bar... Dad said it probably could use it when I finally got home with it. With my arms feeling a foot or two longer and like two rubber bands, I remember Dad paid me a quarter for it.
After Dad's passing in 1993, I got it back with all those memories still attached, and it now sets in the corner of my workshop.