healey36 wrote:Is that a Christmas display, Murph, or a permanent layout? Love the “brick” skirting...The Old Man used that when assembling the “Christmas Garden”...brings back some good memories.
Healey
Christmastime, only. I don't know where it hid-out from my adventuresome hands when it wasn't Christmas, but sure enough, each Holiday, it magically reappeared (now that you mention it and make me think about that!) Maybe, they disassembled the whole conglomeration, stored the platform (as we called the plywood sheet in those days) and produced that special kind of magic annually.
P.S. That brick paper skirting , besides being a finishing-touch, was intended to mark the territory where I was not allowed to venture - under the layout. But of course, true to both my parents' indulgence, and to my nature, that was precisely where I went as soon as the trains were running. So, they let me enter that magical cave, shuffling in on my back, somehow managing never to tear the paper (I think), looking and listening upward as the trains rumbled around their loops, with the lighted houses aglow amidst them. What magic! I can still smell the fragrance and hear the heaven of it all.
Murph