from the farmer and me.
May the season be bright with the spirit of Christmas.
No snow here, but we did have some rain last night, much needed rain, and today the wind is howling from the west, so we know winter is coming tomorrow.
I finally got the Christmas tree put up, fake branches fluffed out and old decorations hung around it. But this year it has a little something special added:
a circa 1940 train set,
with signal lights and barriers. I added three little village buildings, a fence with cattle, trees, and children playing in the snow. Can't you almost hear the train whistle as it rolls through the countryside?
There is a story about this train, similar to the story of the country mouse and the city mouse. When the farmer was a boy, and the fields along the creeks were plowed each spring for crops, he and his brother could always find really nice arrowheads in the turned dirt. They saved them until there was a small bucketful. Meanwhile, their city cousin had this train that he no longer played with, and when he saw the arrowheads he suggested that they could be traded to him in exchange for the train. It seemed to be a wonderful idea to two country boys who had only dreamed of ever having a train set! So, the trade was made, and I can only imagine the hours of fun they had with the train.
The farmer looks back now and thinks it might not have been such a good trade on their part, but I'm glad he has the train. Of course the electrical part doesn't work anymore but it's a great connection to his boyhood and I'm glad he brought it out of storage for our Christmas. But -- don't tell the American Pickers we have it!