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We probably all have our first remembrances of trains. For me, it’s pretty easy since my grandparents lived next to Radnor Yard in Nashville. I was just a tyke in the 1950’s, but some of my fondest memories were visiting my grandparents every Sunday. Of course, all of the kids were outside playing ball, kick the can or any number of other neighborhood games. I, of course, enjoyed those activities like everyone else, but my favorite times were sneaking off and going behind the house to smash
Why do we do it? Why do we subject ourselves to the risk of critisism over our creations?
After reading some of the critisism of some creations offered freely by some our our members, I wonder, why do we do it.
We could, afterall, create for ourselves and never share with anyone, but there seems to be some need to share what we've created.
Granted, some of the content that I see is very amateurish, but as with most art forms, beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I've often wondered where my love of trains originated. Are we born with it or did some interaction when we were young and developing the mush in our heads create it. So, I'm going to ramble a little with no distinct answer to the question.
When I was born, my maternal grandparents lived in a house that backed up to Radnor Yards in Nashville. Some of my earliest remembrances in the '50s are the weekly Sunday visits to my grandparents house and playing alongside the tracks, flattening
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