When I turned 11 my birthday gift from Mom and Dad was a Samsonite Train Case. Come summer, we were to travel to Casablanca, Morocco to live. My new white train case with its pale pink, quilted satin lining represented my independence from my parents, my own minute, portable storage space.
So it was especially poignant to me one morning a few weeks ago when one Drawing Group member presented us with a still life featuring her mother's train case from the 1940's and a pair of olive green gloves. We nostalgically told each other train case stories, describing our own beloved ones to one another before beginning to draw this one from the 1940's:
My own train case is still in my mom's possession. It no longer travels on trains, but I'm thinking of reclaiming it and taking it on a trip via Amtrak. Being built to withstand many years of use, it served as a handy seat in many an airport and possibly in a few train stations, too.