I like to build models of things I’ve seen that captured my interest. I’ve always been like that. As a young kid, I’d see some that interested me, and I couldn’t wait to get home to either draw it, and / or build it in miniature. Scale has never made a difference to me. I was always glueing or nailing or screwing something together. After a step dad came into my life, I went from small town urban kid to farm boy, and with new little brothers in the picture, I spent hours (when my chores were done) in the garage making the toy farm equipment my folks couldn’t afford to buy. I’ve gone through model cars, ships, and planes, way too many to count, the same with farm and construction machinery, and buildings, houses, models of the structural frame work, etc., all to satisfy the urge to build in miniature. Later in life, I built architectural models, while studying architecture and design. Some elaborate, some just cardboard mockups to show space and shape. I’ve always been attracted to the size and power of trains, but I was never around them much. The train bug bit me hard in the early 80’s when we started having kids.
My first train was a Marx, the classic deep maroon colored ATSF switcher, at Christmas, 1954, I was 5. My dad died a few months later, and the train set, through the years with constant moving, and new half brothers and sisters, slowly disappeared through the years, one peice at a time.
Now my model building is concentrated on HO scale railroads and scenery, trying to recreate in miniature, what I see in life, so as I run a train around my layout, I can put my eye to ground level, and be satisfied with what I seen. And switching cars. The slow and steady process of moving cars in and out of industries, taking cars that have arrived, putting them in place, and making up a string of cars that need to be sent out. I could watch a crew switch cars for hours.
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