While in Rosenberg recently we took the kids to the Railroad Museum. It's something I'd been meaning to do for a while.
Here are semaphore flags, which is how trains used to know where to go. Before those red and green lights. Very cool.
This is a wig-wag. The blinking, ringing light that tells you a train is coming.
Here is Jackson getting onto the caboose they've got on hand.
Here is our tour guide Josh...erm, Jeremy. Well, let's just call him Skippy.
Skippy was an excellent guide. He turned the wig-wag on and off for us and spent a great deal of time showing us how the semaphore worked.
He also told us about the excellent dining opportunities in the nearby Historic Downtown. He personally recommended Backstreet Barbecue across the street from the museum. It's his favorite place to grab lunch. He then pulled a menu out of his wallet and offered to go each lunch with us! I tell you, he was simply amazing.
This is the inside of the caboose. Spare, but I guess it's got everything you'd need to work the end of the train. All the comforts of home and whatnot.
Here we are getting into an antique passenger car. Skippy and his grandpa are remodeling it, so it looked a bit rough. Brad and I were too busy guarding the kids against the random power tools and saw blades lying around to take any pictures.
And what would be a railroad museum without a model railroad?
I tell you, this was a work of love for someone. It was huge and impressive. According to Skippy, there were over 1 million plastic people on the model.
And lots of trains and cars and trucks and such. Skippy had us looking for stuff..."find 10 ambulances..." etc. Strangely enough, there were no fire trucks. Trust me, I looked.
Still, it was a big hit with the kiddos.
Outside was a vintage fire truck to climb. This place was boy heaven!
I think what the kids liked best was the fact that the museum is located right next to the actual train tracks. Real trains came roaring by at quite a regular rate. Next time any of you happen to be in town, I highly recommend visiting. Ask for Skippy!
Here are semaphore flags, which is how trains used to know where to go. Before those red and green lights. Very cool.
This is a wig-wag. The blinking, ringing light that tells you a train is coming.
Here is Jackson getting onto the caboose they've got on hand. 
Here is our tour guide Josh...erm, Jeremy. Well, let's just call him Skippy.
Skippy was an excellent guide. He turned the wig-wag on and off for us and spent a great deal of time showing us how the semaphore worked. 
He also told us about the excellent dining opportunities in the nearby Historic Downtown. He personally recommended Backstreet Barbecue across the street from the museum. It's his favorite place to grab lunch. He then pulled a menu out of his wallet and offered to go each lunch with us! I tell you, he was simply amazing.
This is the inside of the caboose. Spare, but I guess it's got everything you'd need to work the end of the train. All the comforts of home and whatnot.
Here we are getting into an antique passenger car. Skippy and his grandpa are remodeling it, so it looked a bit rough. Brad and I were too busy guarding the kids against the random power tools and saw blades lying around to take any pictures. 
And what would be a railroad museum without a model railroad? 
I tell you, this was a work of love for someone. It was huge and impressive. According to Skippy, there were over 1 million plastic people on the model.
And lots of trains and cars and trucks and such. Skippy had us looking for stuff..."find 10 ambulances..." etc. Strangely enough, there were no fire trucks. Trust me, I looked.
Still, it was a big hit with the kiddos.
Outside was a vintage fire truck to climb. This place was boy heaven!
I think what the kids liked best was the fact that the museum is located right next to the actual train tracks. Real trains came roaring by at quite a regular rate. Next time any of you happen to be in town, I highly recommend visiting. Ask for Skippy!
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