Train

Christmas Morning, 67 years go, a sturdy wooden box under the tree, my name carefully lettered on it. In the box, exactly what I had asked Santa to bring: An American Flyer train, complete with magnificent locomotive, coal car, three Pullmans and a red caboose! My Dad helped me set it up that morning. For years after, that train carried freight and passengers around the oval track in my bedroom. I do not recall what happened to that train but I still have the solid and beautifully painted wooden box … now a repository of long-ago memories and small treasures.