I and probably all my cousins can remember grandpa's (Fred) play room. The play room is located in the basement of my grandparents house and is an amazing model railroad. It features all the houses my grandparents lived in while my mom was growing up, I think 7 in all. They are amazing replicas. It has mountains, tunnels, and even a long bridge.
My grandpa used to run the trains for us when we were kids, and I remember he spent a lot of time in the basement working on the model railroad. Since he passed away nearly 15 years ago, my Uncle Mike has taken it over and has completed more of it. It is a work in progress.
While we were at grandma's house for our weekly visit, Uncle Mike was working on the railroad so we took Zoe downstairs to see it for the first time. She was in love. Uncle Mike even ran the trains for her. It was great to see the smile on her face and ask "Where did it go?" when the train would go into the mountains.
The trains in grandpa's basement continues to bring joy and amazement not only to Zoe but also to me.
