As I built things with Erector sets, I often dreamed of becoming a mechanical engineer. (We think our first son would have been good at that career.) I also dreamt of building a better model railroad like Great-uncle Joe’s layout in the basement of his Ogden mansion. It was likely the fulfillment of his dream as a boy, shared in retirement years with their grandchildren.
This could go on to be more than fast personal history. Let it be ... a short example of random, bit-by-bit writing about one’s distant past — a way I get over my “writer’s block”. And maybe serve to encourage our young families to record and write before memories fade like mine; (complete sentences not required, for posterity’s sake). Don’t forget — summertime can be especially dreamy!
model railroad at The Henry Ford Museum, 27 July 2018