As a child, my dream was to build a train that I could ride on. The place to do that was our "service yard" on the north side of our house at 45 Dahlia Street. Photo 1 shows that yard in all its rustic splendor. I took that photo in 1949, when I was 7. Soon, my best friend, Rob Wilfley, and I were busy attempting to build a train car out of wood. Photo 3 shows the wooden track that we built. Mom helped us build a car (she called it a chug). However it was mounted on a rubber-tired wagon. Dad's boss, Ace Alexander - the president who succeeded my grandad at the Denver Tramway Corporation, had build an ideal train in his back yard using rail and wheels from old mining railroads. Dad decided to do the same for me, and one day rails and two wheel-sets arrived in the service yard. Photo 4 shows the first "car" ( board mounted on the wheel sets). On the right, leaning against the fire logs, is the "track bender" that Mr. Alexander loaned us because we would need a slight curve in our track. What a time Dad and I had getting the to rails spiked onto the ties in the right places, not too wide and not too narrow. Next we see the evolution of the car. Mom helped build the box car, and she painted it with the "Erie Railroad" insignia on the side. Years later, my friend John Fresques and I dismantled the box car and built a "streetcar," complete with pole. We stole the sign from the abandoned Olivet Station along the former Tramway route to Golden, mounted it on my sister's wooden "doll house," and then christened the line the "Olivet Eastern," since it ran from the doll house east to the end of the service yard. That's another friend, Chris Ahrens (who later in life would work at Steam Town on the East Coast) piloting the car in the second to the last photo. Of course, there was no motor in the car; we had to push it. But, what fun!