Wonderful stories, folks. Spawdarlin'...I was hoping to find you in here, knowing about your dad and all. What beautiful memories.

I must've been about 3 or 4 when my mom and I rode what we called the "Toon-a-ville Trolley" (may have been "Tooner-ville")from Casper, WY to Denver, CO to see my grandma. This train was OLD. I think it still had woodstoves for heat. The thing I remember the most about it was there was an older girl, traveling alone, who was named "Betty" just like my oldest big sister and my hero(ine.) I was so impressed with that, I don't remember much about the trip, except it was winter and I was enthralled.

I've two more, one when I was 13...I'll tell them a little later.