OMG, that was one of the fondest memories of my childhood.
I would hop on that train to Grandma's (mother's side) to spend most summers there, because I knew there would be always be a blackberry pie in the oven if I set out early enough with my ice-cream pail in tow.
I'm kinda hungry now, FS.
Could you toss me over a sticky cinnamon roll?
We have them at work, so yummy!