The Little Engine That Could
This is my "personal" story of the 115...an illustrious member of my railroad's "Black Aces!"
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The story of my 44 tonner mirrors the personal events in my life in many ways. My story begins in childhood.
When I was born, my parents were told that I may not make it through the first few months of life, being the tiniest of the two babies to emerge into the world as the second child of the "Hamer twins" born to my wonderful parents who were about to turn forty years of age.
Due to the fact I am writing this piece, you are aware that I proved the medical authorities wrong.
Spending the first three months of my life in an incubator back in 1958, I finally was given "my release" from hospital and allowed to go home to meet my twin brother who I previously spent nine months with and my older sister!
As I was progressing along on the build, Doug and I gave a clinic to our local chapter of the NMRA on the machines. At the point this picture was taken, Doug had built the two machines on the right side of the image and I had finished up the other four leading up to the boiler. Doug explained the operations of a machine shop and I outlined the steps I had taken to finish the models. Lots of fun!