My dad was not the type of person to save a lot "stuff" from his childhood. One item that did make it through the years was his treasured American Flyer train. However, for many, many years (30+) this train sat in an uncovered metal pail in the garage of our old house in Woodridge. A couple years back the train made its way to our house when we borrowed it to show Aidan the train cars. I cleaned the train cars up a bit at that time and thought that was about it. But, last Christmas we had the idea to try and get the train up and running as a gift to my mom to keep at her house.
A year later we finally made that a reality. Cort and his dad were great in talking to train people, figuring out what track it needed, seeing if the transformer worked, and finally setting it up and getting it going. While the kids and I were hanging out in the family room, I heard odd sounds coming from the living room. Cort called us all over and sure enough the train was running!
It truly is something special to be able to see my children have such joy from something that used to bring my dad so much joy too. I cannot wait to set it up (or have Cort set it up I should say!) at my Mom's so all the grandkids can enjoy it whenever they're there.
Cole watching the train
The kids watching the train
The rusty old transformer-hey, it still works!
Mia working the train
The cars and barbies watching the train with the kids
The train-probably from about the mid-50's