The truth is in here - a note on accuracy

What if the rivets of a panel line is not absolutely correct? And if the colour of my painstakingly soldered brass wagon litt G is not the one and only shown in all the (black and white!) pictures taken in the forties! But if the little switcher of mine has never been near my litt Op in reality, will the sky fall down on my head? No, of course not! But I will sure be regarded as non-realistic, an anti-historic, perhaps even criminal by some rivet counters!? I don´t care, as long as I remember it this way, it´s just 100% correct and fun for me!

What I mean by "remembering" things I obviously never has experienced first hand is as follows. In my mind there is a cinema showing a nostalgic movie of yesteryear, with narrow gauge diesel and steam engines, wagons of different kinds, little industries along the line delivering pickled cucumber, handmade furniture and farmers sending sugar beet to be turned into sugar cones. A school class (perhaps my mother is one of the pupils?) go by train to a lake for swimming lessons all to early in spring and a man with a back pack travels the rails by foot, without having bought a "walk the line"-ticket in the small station office. There is a lot of action taking place and trains arrive and leave, buses and cars are heading in different directions, people of all kinds meet and try to make some sense of their place in life and above all, there is a lot o flavour.

The reality is full of distractions, inconsistensies and strange coincidences, but it´s not less real because of that, just the opposite. My memory of this movie doesn´t bother if there are one or two small inaccuracies in the picture, as long as I can feel the taste of Loranga soda on my lips when sitting in the small coffé shop by the railway station and the strangely rusty patina of a seldom used track catches my sight. A movie, a photo or a book can never try to grasp the complexity of reality, but perhaps it can give a plausable hint of what really took place - somewhere, sometime, somewhat. What more can we expect?

What I mean is, my memory of this little railroad is good albeit not perfect, and I don´t mind!

Enjoy or bust!

This little ROCO-shunter has probably never been travelling Swedish narrow gauge rails, but with a little bit of TLC this will turn into a nice little memory of the fifties when diesel engines like the SJ Z43 were painted like carrots! The process of "memorizing" this little engine has just started and a lot of detail is to be attached and of course it will go through my "dust factory" to get just the right flavour for my memory picture of it...