Surprised or what!

Discussion in 'Getting Started' started by shamus, Dec 23, 2001.

  1. shamus

    shamus Registered Member

    Dec 17, 2000
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    The postman (Mail-man) knocked at my door with a package for me to sign for yesterday morning, I opened it and to my surprise I found that I had an article that I submitted to a magazine was now in print.(January 2002 issue)

    The layout itself was in N-scale and was taken down some four years ago long before Badger Creek was born. However, I had taken photo's of it and sent them off to Continental Modeller, who have published my layouts in the past. But this one I had forgotten about, -- nice Christmas present also.


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  2. N Gauger

    N Gauger 1:20.3 Train Addict

    Dec 20, 2000
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    Great X-mas Present!!!

    Shamus, you're amazing. Every time we think we have you "figured out" - You pull something else out from "under the platform" :) -- Great work!!! -- Congrats!!!!!!! :D :D
  3. justind

    justind Member

    Jul 9, 2001
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    Good job Shamus, I really like your older layouts...
  4. shamus

    shamus Registered Member

    Dec 17, 2000
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    Here is another surprise I got in my email this morning, it came via Lex Parker who's website is
    Give it a visit, you won't regret it.

    'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my pike,
    Not a steamer was stirring, not even a Mike. My yard tracks
    invitingly empty and bare,
    In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

    The diesels were nestled all snug in their sheds,
    While visions of DCC danced in their heads. While I, in my
    blue-and-white engineer's cap,
    Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

    When down in the train room, there rose such a clatter,
    I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the basement
    I flew like an ace,
    Tripped over the cat and fell flat on my face.

    I stifled a curse meant for Chessie (the cat),
    And I muttered to no one, "I meant to do that," When what to my
    wondering eyes should appear,
    But an HO-scale sleigh and eight Preiser reindeer,

    With an engineer driving, so lively and quick,
    I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
    More rapid than GG-1's, onward they came,
    And he blew a steam whistle and called them by name:

    "On Athearn! On Lionel, Kato and Walthers!
    On Kadee and Micro-Trains, Atlas and others! To the top of the
    mountains of Hydrocal plaster,
    Now dash away, dash away, dash away faster!"

    As dry leaves that behind a new Genesis fly,
    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So in through the
    window the coursers they flew
    With the sleigh full of trains, and St. Nicholas too.

    And then, on my roundhouse, I saw on the roof
    The prints in the dust of each HO-scale hoof. As I drew a deep
    breath, and was turning around,
    From beneath the benchwork, St. Nick came with a bound.

    He was dressed like an engineer from head to foot,
    And his clothes had that fine smell of ashes and soot; A bundle of
    trains he had flung on his back,
    And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

    His eyes - just like marker lights! Dimples, how merry!
    His cheeks like a Warbonnet, nose like a cherry! His droll little
    mouth was drawn up like a bow,
    And his beard was so white, it would please Phoebe Snow.

    He puffed on a pipe as he refilled its bowl,
    And the smoke, it smelled just like bituminous coal. He had a broad
    face and a belly (I found)
    That shook like a tank car with wheels out-of-round.

    He was chubby and plump, and I wanted to shout,
    "Yes! The man's got a route the UP can't buy out!" A wink of his eye
    as he passed near the door
    Soon gave me to know I'd have freight cars galore.

    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.
    He filled all my yard tracks; then turned with a jerk, And leaving an
    airbrush he'd found on eBay,
    And giving a nod, he returned to his sleigh.

    He pumped up the brakes, blew two blasts on his whistle,
    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him
    exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

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  5. Woodie

    Woodie Active Member

    Mar 23, 2001
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    very good Shamus! I like that one!!

    OH.... and I spotted a Doodlebug (love that name!!) on your N layout pics above too!