I do not know quite when it began. I was just a little boy when I first laid eyes upon it. My childhood with model railway trains was so very exciting. I was able to escape to so many different places right there in my grandpa's home. My grandpa loved his models and so did I. He taught me everything he knew and we both learned a few things along the way.
I do not know just how this tradition got started in my family. I had heard momma talking one day with Aunt Cecile. They were talking about their dad and how much he loved "messing" with tiny trains. I got interested and started eavesdropping on their conversation. They laughed and giggled as they remembered their dad.
Daddy worked long hours so, he was not home much. It was mostly mum, me and Michael. He grew up so quickly and I had to keep up with him because as soon as he could walk, he wanted to go everywhere. He grew like the weeds did in mum's garden. I was so amazed at how quick he would learn, he soaked up information like a sponge.
One day, one of daddy's co-workers came to tell mum there had been a bad accident and just like that, my dad was no longer with us. I was twelve and Michael was six. I think Michael loved daddy more than even mum and me. He never sobbed but, tears flowed down his dirty face. I did not know how to comfort him. But, on that day, there was a change in Michael.
Grandpa loved his model railroad. He spent years building it bigger and bigger. He was so proud of it and I loved just watching the little town he built with the train running all around the edges of his town. He even made a tiny little pond. It was so precious.
We have dirt, sand and water in our model. It seems each day we are adding something new. When other family members come to visit, our train town is the star attraction! Our model has barns and houses which have a worn look. We have grass, cars, people and animals. I made a wax squirrel, last year, just to put in our town park! Momma carved a court house this year and it has a new home!
Michael did as mum said. She went with him. Mr. Bradford had a simple train set in the back of the store where the older gentlemen sat. After the apologies, Mr. Bradford asked mum if he could show my brother something. When my brother saw that little train set, his eyes glowed with tears.
There is nothing unusual in model railroading. I think this is a good way for families to get involved with each other. You use your hands to create something that is soothing to all the people who see it. Some of my nieces and nephew squeal with joy whenever they watch the trains roll down the tracks. It is safe, small and they can not get hurt. What better way to entertain the kids? - 31503
I do not know just how this tradition got started in my family. I had heard momma talking one day with Aunt Cecile. They were talking about their dad and how much he loved "messing" with tiny trains. I got interested and started eavesdropping on their conversation. They laughed and giggled as they remembered their dad.
Daddy worked long hours so, he was not home much. It was mostly mum, me and Michael. He grew up so quickly and I had to keep up with him because as soon as he could walk, he wanted to go everywhere. He grew like the weeds did in mum's garden. I was so amazed at how quick he would learn, he soaked up information like a sponge.
One day, one of daddy's co-workers came to tell mum there had been a bad accident and just like that, my dad was no longer with us. I was twelve and Michael was six. I think Michael loved daddy more than even mum and me. He never sobbed but, tears flowed down his dirty face. I did not know how to comfort him. But, on that day, there was a change in Michael.
Grandpa loved his model railroad. He spent years building it bigger and bigger. He was so proud of it and I loved just watching the little town he built with the train running all around the edges of his town. He even made a tiny little pond. It was so precious.
We have dirt, sand and water in our model. It seems each day we are adding something new. When other family members come to visit, our train town is the star attraction! Our model has barns and houses which have a worn look. We have grass, cars, people and animals. I made a wax squirrel, last year, just to put in our town park! Momma carved a court house this year and it has a new home!
Michael did as mum said. She went with him. Mr. Bradford had a simple train set in the back of the store where the older gentlemen sat. After the apologies, Mr. Bradford asked mum if he could show my brother something. When my brother saw that little train set, his eyes glowed with tears.
There is nothing unusual in model railroading. I think this is a good way for families to get involved with each other. You use your hands to create something that is soothing to all the people who see it. Some of my nieces and nephew squeal with joy whenever they watch the trains roll down the tracks. It is safe, small and they can not get hurt. What better way to entertain the kids? - 31503
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A childhood with model railway trains and american model trains is so extremely exciting. You are able to escape to so many different places right there in the comfort of your own home.
