It was Christmas, 1959. My younger brother, 5 years old, wished for an electric train. This is what Santa brought him. For the next 2 months he spent every waking hour running the train in our room. We both would get down with cheeks pressed to floor watching his train go round and round. But somehow through the magic of being a child, it was countless miles and through cities and countrysides.
Then 1 night in February, February 18th 1960 he died of a brain aneurysm. No warning, nothing. Just died.
I have his Allstate NYC trainset. Over the years have run it occassionally and still do. What wonderfull memories there are in this, and all train sets. Its like your childhood has come back, and the small 4X8s, become huge just as the small circle of tracks as a child did. One reason I love trains, and this forum. It brings back, what I missed, had forgotten and memories many times over.
Just thought for a moment I would share what trains mean to me, and the kindness shown many times over in helping solve problems from all here.
