@ConrailFan posted:Reminds me of this line from the Polar Express "At one time most of my friends could hear the bell. But as the years passed, it fell silent for all of them." " Though I have grown old the bell still rings for me. As it does for all who truly believe." How true it is. . .
ConrailFan, you hit the nail on the head.. "The bell still rings for me". Gets kinda faint on the bad days, but I am lucky to find friends like ya'll
Necrail, yup, ours went back in storage when the tree came down.
Brad, like you I did not have friends with trains. Even the one we had was but an oval that Grandpa bought at the Monkey Wards, and my dad and uncle ran it till we came around.
For Me and my brothers, I had grand children first. My cousin and I shared memories of her American Flyer, and with grandchildren, I am sharing what I have so that they can build memories. Christopher Robin said to Pooh Bear, "We didn't know we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun." And now, as I get more proficient with fixing, I share with my brothers so they can run them under the tree with their youngsters... planting a seed, re-connecting with Cousins, and 'Having Fun".
JOHN, another great topic. Thanks for sharing, Nice to bump into you again after all these years, kindred spirits
