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| I was delighted to find "my" railway station had only been moved, not torn down. It's restored as a museum, near the National Frontier Trails Museum in Independence now! |
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| This is what it looked like when I was a kid...a bit over a half block from my house... |
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| The station agent lived next door to me...he taught me Morse Code when I was just a kid. This is his desk in the station... |
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| Yep, we ALL had phones like this once upon a time... |
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| And since it's a museum now, it was all decorated for Christmas...the baggage cart you can see in the old photo was all tarted up with greenery and big red bows and looked kind of ridiculous...I left it and the wreaths out of my sketch. Not how it was when I was a kid... |
And for a complete change of pace, we ran by Costco and I sketched in the parking lot with my vintage Sheaffer calligraphy pen. That was fun, too...
