Virginia Museum of Transportation
Anna knew right where we were when we drove up the drive way: “Meme. Poppy.” I think she was happy to be getting out of the car but it was adorable to hear her as we approached my parents’ house. We stopped by for a little visit on our way back up to Connecticut after all the holiday festivities. The ice had melted and we were ready to have more fun on the farm.
We made a family field trip to the transportation museum in Downtown Roanoke. We rang bells, saw models of the circus, and sat in the engineer’s seat. There were cars, planes, a telegraph office, and plenty of room to run around. My Dad even found an engine he worked on when we was at General Electric.
The men took plenty of pictures while us ladies just mosied on around, exploring, touching, and playing with the matchbox cars and ramps. There was a switch to turn on the relic light announcing that there had/hadn’t been an injury in so many days; we flipped it on for Anna several times. Even with a bonked head and a trip up the stairs, our little girl was a trooper and had plenty of fun being an engineer and watching the trains.