This is about my brother, Michael. He is gone now. He just died a few months ago. I am his older brother and only sibling. My brother discovered model railway trains when we were younger. At first, he had no love for them. It is funny but, I truly believe these trains saved his life. I am so thankful for them.
My brother was born on a very hot summer day. We could not get to the hospital in time so a midwife delivered him at home. It was not a big deal. I was six and excited that I was going to get a little baby to tend to. He was the "ice cream scoop" of my eye and I did not let anyone hurt him. mum said I was too protective and would spoil him. She was right.
Now apparently, my dad's mother was the one who enjoyed riding trains. She was fascinated with the whistles and tracks. When grandma was a little girl she had to travel with her dad on various trips. Great grandpa was a business man and had to stay on the rails. This started the love of trains for my grandmother (on dad's side).
One day, one of daddy's co-workers came to tell mum there had been a bad accident and just like that, my dad was no longer with us. I was twelve and Michael was six. I think Michael loved daddy more than even mum and me. He never sobbed but, tears flowed down his dirty face. I did not know how to comfort him. But, on that day, there was a change in Michael.
Grandpa loved his model railroad. He spent years building it bigger and bigger. He was so proud of it and I loved just watching the little town he built with the train running all around the edges of his town. He even made a tiny little pond. It was so precious.
It always enthralled me to touch and see all the tiny railway cars. Grandpa was never afraid to let me touch because I took great care not to drop or break anything. I saw the love he had in his eyes anytime he got a new railway carriage. No, it was not the love he would have for a person, it was the pride he had for an item he treasured.
Michael did as mum said. She went with him. Mr. Bradford had a simple train set in the back of the store where the older gentlemen sat. After the apologies, Mr. Bradford asked mum if he could show my brother something. When my brother saw that little train set, his eyes glowed with tears.
There is nothing unusual in model railroading. I think this is a good way for families to get involved with each other. You use your hands to create something that is soothing to all the people who see it. Some of my nieces and nephew squeal with joy whenever they watch the trains roll down the tracks. It is safe, small and they can not get hurt. What better way to entertain the kids?
My brother was born on a very hot summer day. We could not get to the hospital in time so a midwife delivered him at home. It was not a big deal. I was six and excited that I was going to get a little baby to tend to. He was the "ice cream scoop" of my eye and I did not let anyone hurt him. mum said I was too protective and would spoil him. She was right.
Now apparently, my dad's mother was the one who enjoyed riding trains. She was fascinated with the whistles and tracks. When grandma was a little girl she had to travel with her dad on various trips. Great grandpa was a business man and had to stay on the rails. This started the love of trains for my grandmother (on dad's side).
One day, one of daddy's co-workers came to tell mum there had been a bad accident and just like that, my dad was no longer with us. I was twelve and Michael was six. I think Michael loved daddy more than even mum and me. He never sobbed but, tears flowed down his dirty face. I did not know how to comfort him. But, on that day, there was a change in Michael.
Grandpa loved his model railroad. He spent years building it bigger and bigger. He was so proud of it and I loved just watching the little town he built with the train running all around the edges of his town. He even made a tiny little pond. It was so precious.
It always enthralled me to touch and see all the tiny railway cars. Grandpa was never afraid to let me touch because I took great care not to drop or break anything. I saw the love he had in his eyes anytime he got a new railway carriage. No, it was not the love he would have for a person, it was the pride he had for an item he treasured.
Michael did as mum said. She went with him. Mr. Bradford had a simple train set in the back of the store where the older gentlemen sat. After the apologies, Mr. Bradford asked mum if he could show my brother something. When my brother saw that little train set, his eyes glowed with tears.
There is nothing unusual in model railroading. I think this is a good way for families to get involved with each other. You use your hands to create something that is soothing to all the people who see it. Some of my nieces and nephew squeal with joy whenever they watch the trains roll down the tracks. It is safe, small and they can not get hurt. What better way to entertain the kids?
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A childhood with model railway trains and g scale model trains is enormous fun. You are able to escape to so many different places right there in your own home.
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