One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
Dad’s old train set
Dusty, and could use some touching up, but still just as loved (by me) as when my dad opened it for Christmas some time in the early 1940s. I also still have the track for it, and most of the buildings. Last time I hooked it up, it even still ran, but that has been so many years that I”m not going to assume it still does (nor do I have the space to lay out the track and find out).
That’s gorgeous! Do you know what scale it is?
Scratch that – just saw that it’s “O” guage. Hi I’m Katherine and I can read like a big girl now!
No worries – I didn’t actually put it in there although it’s in the link. I *meant* to…..!
Brings back such memories, Lore. Maybe you and I and Tim could pool our talents and have it do a loop or two on Christmas morning? Or later, at our house.
Really, how much Hank’s could that take?
Unca Joe
Oops. How much Mike’s Hard Lemonade could that take?
Unca Joe
I will bring it up with Tim and see how he feels about helping check the electricity and stuff!