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.
According to my daddy, grandpa had been building model sets since daddy was a little boy. Daddy told me of all the Christmases they had with a train running around the tree. My ears could not stop listening to how thrilled my daddy was to watch the locomotive spin around and around. My father would imagine that he was the engineer.
My grandfather would spend his free time working with his model trains. He was so committed to keeping an ambiance of nostalgia that he worked for hours. Grandma used to lightly scold him for "playing" with his toys so much. But, grandma understood that this hobby was something grandpa loved and she did nothing to pull him from it.
Grandpa was good at modeling with clay. He would show me how to mold the clay into little people, dogs, cats, birds and other various sights from nature. The trees were made from carved cardboard and then painted. I made a horse once and it turned out pretty good. Even grandma said I did a better job than grandpa.
Anger built in my brother. A rage so thick, we did not know how to stop it. Michael would trail off on his own only to return late at night. mum was so busy with trying to keep the roof over our heads and food in our bellies, that she just could not find out how to help Michael. He kept getting in trouble and stealing became a way of life for him. I did not tell mum. I was overwhelmed and felt helpless.
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.
I have never forgotten all the times we shared working on this adored hobby. It was not work to us. It was something we could do as we relaxed and told each other about our days. My grandfather and I went fishing but, we spent more time with those trains than anything else. He left precious memories to me and I thank him for taking time to give me what no one else could, his time. - 30326
According to my daddy, grandpa had been building model sets since daddy was a little boy. Daddy told me of all the Christmases they had with a train running around the tree. My ears could not stop listening to how thrilled my daddy was to watch the locomotive spin around and around. My father would imagine that he was the engineer.
My grandfather would spend his free time working with his model trains. He was so committed to keeping an ambiance of nostalgia that he worked for hours. Grandma used to lightly scold him for "playing" with his toys so much. But, grandma understood that this hobby was something grandpa loved and she did nothing to pull him from it.
Grandpa was good at modeling with clay. He would show me how to mold the clay into little people, dogs, cats, birds and other various sights from nature. The trees were made from carved cardboard and then painted. I made a horse once and it turned out pretty good. Even grandma said I did a better job than grandpa.
Anger built in my brother. A rage so thick, we did not know how to stop it. Michael would trail off on his own only to return late at night. mum was so busy with trying to keep the roof over our heads and food in our bellies, that she just could not find out how to help Michael. He kept getting in trouble and stealing became a way of life for him. I did not tell mum. I was overwhelmed and felt helpless.
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.
I have never forgotten all the times we shared working on this adored hobby. It was not work to us. It was something we could do as we relaxed and told each other about our days. My grandfather and I went fishing but, we spent more time with those trains than anything else. He left precious memories to me and I thank him for taking time to give me what no one else could, his time. - 30326
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A childhood with model railway trains and model train scale is so extremely exciting. You are able to get-away to so many different spots right there in your own living room.
