The driver fit into the front bench seat of the carriage. Four horses stood ready. The man and woman fit into the back of the carriage. Their knees bent and a little bump on their butts fitting into the seat. The cast iron carriage at Grandad’s house was the best.
Mom and Dad had a cast iron carriage as well with fewer horses. They also had an Amish couple who stood watch in the kitchen window. At Christmas the cast iron skier and skater took to the glass mirror surrounded by fake snow.
When we moved to our house on the old Lawrence place, we found many treasures that had been left behind. The barn was full of old magazines that had never been thrown away over the years as well as piles upon piles of newspapers. Mice abounded, and I stayed out of the barn. Among the pieces of broken furniture and old crockery, we found a cast iron Model T still blue after many, many years and pieces of a cast iron train with one engine minus wheels and in bad shape, a train car rusted and another engine in perfect condition. We loved it.
One day we left the farm to go to work. The cast toys in the garage. Our area was one where people did not lock their houses. When we came home from work, we found the perfect engine gone. It had been stolen. Our neighbor only noticed the oil man coming to our house. We never saw it again.
Original cast iron toys are now treasures. I think old is better than new. These old toys mean a great deal to me. I remember playing with the cast iron toys at my grandfather’s home thinking that my father had played with them, too. These toys endure forever carrying memories for generations. Sturdy, no buttons to push, no screen to entertain.
I wonder if the train engine was sold or if someone else treasures it as much as we did. These toys will be passed on along with the stories….cast forever in time.