Trains

Brio toy trains snaked their way around the entire second floor of our house for many years. It was mostly the boys who asked for the add-ons of wooden switches, track, a turntable, cars, and engines, but all four children participated in making and playing with the temporary layouts that snuck through three bedrooms into the bathroom around the hall. The cat was frequently blamed for consigning pieces to the “blackhole” beneath beds. She also liked playing with the little train cars that skittered and rolled around—and sometimes plunged down staircases to the lower floor.
It was evident that each and every piece was accounted for. None have ever turned up from wayward locations during clean-ups or reorganizations. They were too valuable to lose.

Of all the toys that went to donation, they were the ones most missed afterward. My wife and I loved to watch our children’s inventiveness. The cat loved the trains, and the children loved them most. Even the dog doted over the obstructions in his path, knowing his kids were having fun.
Toys that amuse an entire family are hard to find.

Choo Choo

The Christmas tree this year is a small living one. But, unfortunately, Max, our new dog, decided that the usual train tracks around the base of the tree were ideal for scattering all over the room. So the regular little train chugging around the tree was out.
Last year a friend had had one of these little toy train sets as a centerpiece on his table. So I picked one up last January for possible use at our house.

It has saved our “trains at Christmas tradition” in a tinker toy way. It’s not too ornamental and prompted a discussion about the Carreras family choo-choo train tradition. Unfortunately, it’s also not so quiet, and at the Christmas Eve buffet, we had to turn it off so the gathering could hear themselves think.

Since my sons and I are railroad buffs, it gave birth to a discussion on the prototype. Model railroaders come up with incredible mashups and strange things on their miniature layouts. The odd thing, however, is how often the real railroads wound up with some similarly bizarre piece of equipment or circumstance. So our conversation automatically turned to what the prototype for this train might have been.

We might have had too much of the rum-soaked fruitcakes. Gotta put a limit on how many slices you’re allowed before you’re shut off.