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I always find myself thinking back in time to, in this case, 97 years ago, 1917.  Most noted, a lot of rural communities didn't have electricity or paved roads. Winter travel in Pennsylvania was limited, a lot of people only purchased vehicle license for 9 months of the year.  Even telephone would be limited.   Amazing changes in a life time.  Again, best wishes Rose

Thanks Eliot. 

Mike CT  

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Great first story and fantastic story about your mum and little league and the mayor, priceless stuff. Incidentally Eliot, you said she gave you your first train in 1952 and you still have it, well my dad gave me my first 3 rail O gauge train in 1954, and I too, still have mine, in excellent condition.

Elliot.... I have been a member for about 2 years now. ... The first time I commented on one of your threads, you invited me to one of your first get togethers since your layout was officially complete. I unfortunately couldn't attend, but never forgot that gesture. You and many others on this wonderful forum keep this terrific hobby getting the attention it deserves. I can't even begin to tell you how much I enjoyed this past issue with your beautiful layout being featured. The story behind the name and the history of your family is priceless. It is truly inspiring me as I work on my "train world". Thank you for sharing and I hope to one day see it in person. 

 

Warmest Regards

Steve

Volphin, Tom, and Steve . . . . so many thanks.

 

"I wonder if you guys were in the neighborhood then.  Babe Ruth Field is right where the new stadium is."  Skip

 

 

We played our Little League games on the first field with the rocks in deep left and a fence in right. In my last year of eligibility I hit a ball that I was sure was going over the fence in right field. No one had ever done that and I wanted to round the bases like Mickey Mantle with my shoulders shrugging like he used to do. Mom was at the game and I wanted her to see her son get that homer. I started my trot slowly (I ran slowly, too) so I could enjoy the moment and I tuned everything out besides that ball sailing to the fence. The ball hits the top and bounces back to the right fielder who throws it to the cutoff who throws to the third baseman who tags me out trying to get to third. The coach was so angry he was spitting. I remember the umpire coming over to say, "You're out, son."

Rose was not happy.

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