My dad was into trains during his childhood. His mother (my grandmother) saved everything so the train is still around and in excellent shape. I have always been fascinated by train sets, but I have never had one. At some point in the moving and cleaning out of my grandmother’s house, my dad passed the train to me. Wade and I have had it in our attic, but never tried to get it running. We decided to pull it out tonight and see what was what. We have determined there are some pieces missing and the track looks “weathered”. However the Lionel name still means a lot so we are doing our research and plan to put the dining room floor to good use – at least until Wade builds us a table.
