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While it appears as though it must have been pretty dull for me because I don't recall having any playmates, neither do I remember having been bored. I recall vaguely spending some time in the park wandering around. I don't think they had a car so there were no auto rides but I do believe we made at least on trip to New York on the Hudson & Manhattan tube trains and I was vastly impressed by the tunnels which went clean under the Hudson River. Also, and a bit surprisingly, considering my age, I was allowed to take the trolley downtown by myself and go to the movies down there -- in the daytime, of course. And yet, when I think that I was a year or even more, older than Lincoln is now, it doesn't sound so unreasonable at that. I did this several times and remember that I was quite impressed by the several movie queens of the period. I remember also what must have bee the equivalent of my first "happy hour" experiences: It was very hot and when I'd come in from playing, Cousin Abbie would sit me down and give me a bottle of Cliquot Club ginger ale to refresh me. 

However, the thing about the trip that I remember the most was the ride down on the train. I don't recall the ride back at all but the ride down was one of the most memorable of my experience. We went down to the Lackawanna, leaving on the noon train and having seats in the observation car, making it evident that Mother intended to travel first class when she traveled. It was a beautiful day and we sat much of the way on the observation car platform, a new and fascinating experience to me and one I never got tired of and wish it were possible to enjoy today. As far as Binghamton, we were on the branch line that went north through Syracuse to Oswego and the ride south through the lovely valleys of upstate New York was a joy. At Binghamton, our car was transferred to a main-line train from Buffalo to Hoboken and we took of for Scranon and the beautiful trip through the Pokonos. The Lackawanna had recently completed a cut-off through the mountains southeast of Scranton which was quite a famous engineering accomplishment and included Tunkhannock Viaduct which, as I recall, was the highest railroad viaduct in the world as well as one of the longest. It spanned a whole valley including an entire village. In addition to Tunkhannock, there was Martin's Creek Viaduct, an impressive job in itself but dwarfed by Tunkhannock. I was on the observation platform as we traversed this whole area and was thrilled deeply by the beautiful scenery as well as the feats of civil engineering on the cut-off. Also I'm sure the experience added fuel to the fires of my interest in railroading. The beauty of going down on the Lackawanna was the fact that it went right through Newark where a stop was made, enabling us to avoid getting from Grand Central to Newark; also, I'm sure it was shorter, quicker, and less expensive besides being a beautiful trip over the Road of Phoebe Snow, as the Lackawanna was dubbed, for the anthracite industry. 

Transcription Notes:
"one trip" not "on trip." "took off" not "took of."