You do not need me to tell you or anyone why we enjoy model trains.
We all have our own reasons, and most of these reasons are pretty obvious.
However, to someone who does not know or understand the reasons behind our interests, it may be hard for them to understand.
Hopefully, it is not hard for these folks to understand...
For our layouts are a world, a place...in time...the past, the present and/or the future, and maybe..none of these.
Our layouts are also a place where regardless of whether you are a child, a grown up, someone who works full time, or someone who is retired, that offers a release from the trials and tribulations of the real world.
Moreover, even if there are no trials or tribulations in your life to escape from, entering the location where your layout is set up, offers a variety of feelings, emotions, sensations, that are hard to match.
A layout can be a time machine, where a wise old man or a upwardly mobile yuppie, can go and experience things what they first experienced many years ago.
Not only that, but this time machine has objects from long ago, which go thru their paces, just like it was yesterday.
Even people...family, friends, and also pets that are no longer with us, seem to magically re-appear in some way shape or form...whether, it be a thought, a memory, a smell, an object, a picture...whatever...can instantly transport you back into the past, even if for a moment.
For example, something as simple as a paper towel you wrapped something in, and then placed back into your train set box back in 1972, and just now re-discovered when setting up that train set for the first time in years.
A pencil or pen used to take layout notes, or the actual note itself, written many years ago or even last year.
A long lost catalog or even a locomotive or box car or accessory, recently rediscovered in a box or in a store you shop for trains at.
The glue your father used to glue a plastic figure of a railroad worker to a platform or station, which is still showing as a semi-clear bubble beneath the figure..and you remember the exact moment he placed it there.
I once found a very "Christmassy" looking piece of printed paper containing lyrics to a Christmas carol, in a box containing some post war Lionel trains from the 1960s...who put it there? Mother? Father? Me?
Even something as simple as a smell..you know..that old musty smell from items stored in an attic...Christmas decorations, trains...
The smell of ozone and smoke fluid...
New and modern items are not immune from such experiences...the Williams GG-1 I purchased just after my mother passed away in 2012... chew marks on certain items, whether it be from a pet or a teething child.
That old 1950s Lionel trains manual that somehow ended up at the bottom of a pile of magazines or books...it is like finding treasure...it is like a time machine.
In addition, when you come home from work after a hard day, and enter the inner sanctum of your train room, all of the days events...traffic, meetings, etc are forgotten..you are now in a place where time has a different meaning.
How long have you been in the train room? It felt like only 15 minutes, yet..it was 3 hours! Yes, time moves fast when you are having fun.
Young or old....the sounds of a model train running along its tracks, can be hypnotic, relaxing, engaging.
It does not matter if the locomotive is DCS, TMCC, Legacy, Conventional, or whatever...each has its own unique sound that can be music to the ears.
Now....as the days slowly begin to get shorter, and the leaves begin to turn color, and first the evenings and mornings seem cooler...then the nights, then the days....cool northwesterly breezes rustle the tree's in the announcement of autumn.
And as your neighbor drives down the street at night, and notices the soft warm glow of your train room window, will they wonder what magic is being performed on the other side? Will they wish they had a train room too? Or will they feel the urge to enter their own train room, and with the flick of a few switches....begin to enjoy the many faceted magic of what Model Railroading really is?
All the Best...