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Friday, January 1, 2016
It was December 24, 1948. Christmas Eve at my Grandparents home was being celebrated. All the Aunts, Uncles, cousins, my parents and new little brother were in attendance. Presents were exchanged. Cookies eaten, libations shared. Family gossip was avidly discussed. The family presents for the children were opened.
Later, that night,Santa Claus would arrive at our home and more presents would be opened in the morning. . What he might bring was yet to be discovered. The war was not far behind and clothes not toys were still the currency of the time. But now there were exceptions. Troutbirder and his cousin Prudence stand excitedly in front of Grandma's Christmas tree. She, with the doll of her dreams and he with the electric train he always wanted. It was a Lionel O27 gauge. Made of iron and steel and a real whistle, not downsized and made of plastic like today.
In 1948 I had also received a crudely made toy car, which was manufactured of aluminum, no longer needed for bombers.
I still have that car and my train, holding on to them and those memories of long ago.