Funny thing about being so old that steamers were commonplace . . .all we wanted to see were diesels!
Steamers? Bleah! a dime a dozen!
Yep, that's how it was for a train watching kid in the early fifties in Canada. I recall trying to get around one stopped at the station before it started moving. Got a shower of cinders in my hair for my trouble. I actually had hair!
How things change!