A Sentimental Journey on a Roundabout Train

I had only the vaguest and most powerful memories of this 1958 book, Roundabout Train, which my grandmother read to me over and over as I went to sleep for my afternoon naps when I was 4 years old. I finally found it again today. We lived near a railroad track in Effingham, IL, and I loved trains. How I especially loved those trains with eyes.