It was one of those days when the "old git up and go" has gotten up and went.

It was time to get going on a column and not a word had been written.

The mailbox held a letter from Old North Ender Ed Stewart containing an ancient picture of the T.H. and B. Incline Railway that once carried cars, horses, wagons, people and hucksters up and down the mountainside at Wentworth Street South long ago. My problem was solved. Thanks Ed.

The old black and white photo inside the letter shows the red brick power house that sheltered the engine that powered the incline car on its journey up and down its steep railway-like tracks.

The car could accommodate a couple of vehicles or a huckster's wagon. People could ride up or down in an enclosed structure if the weather was bad.

Way back then our family would visit my grandpa's farm in Hagersville once in a while, and the trip up the mountainside to get to Highway 6 was quite a chore for grampa's "Tin Lizzie" -- especially when we'd have to stop halfway to let the car's radiator cool down and refill it with water from the gallon jug we always carried "just in case."

When he found that the ride up would cost 25 cents for the car, he refused the ride. He said that 25 cents would buy enough gas to get us to brother Parmer's farm and back. Sheesh, gas was 16 or 17 cents a gallon in those days. Ethel was dearer.

By golly, I can remember that Uncle Parm and Aunt Minnie's house had a dining room that was never used for eating.

That table had a really huge leather-bound Bible in the middle that had become glued in position on the heavily shellacked and sunlit table.

Pictures of angels gliding down sunbeams from heaven abounded in that Bible.

I remember as a boy kneeling on a chair, elbows on the table and enjoying the many biblical pictures in that old, old Bible.

Gee, I bet that old Bible would fetch a fortune at one of those auctions you see on TV.

Ted Wilcox is a lifetime Hamiltonian with a passion for sports, community and, most of all, family.