Posts Tagged ‘1968’

Granny at Butley

September 22, 2014

Granny was born in the heart of East Sussex. It was on New Year’s Day 1892 that Granny first saw the light of day. Her parents lived in the parish of Little Horsted at the time. But whilst dad was a local man, mum was not. Well obviously she was a woman, but she hailed, originally, from the little village of Butley in Suffolk. Why she and two sisters all arrived in the same part of Sussex is not clear, but a James Cable also moved from Butley to become a woodreeve and to live at Plashetts Park in Little Horsted. Maybe, in some way, the three sisters came with him, or maybe one did and the others followed.

Anyway, Granny was no traveller but in her old age, when my dad had a car, he did take her about. And so, in 1968, Granny visited Butley, birthplace of her own mum, and dad took a photo of her standing by the school which her mum had attended.


Granny looks small against the school – which I know is a private house these days and it probably was back in 1968. Let’s zoom in on her a bit.


My dad was usually good with captions.


I am sure this was quite a moment for Granny, to be standing in the footsteps of her ancestor and, indeed, ancestors. Generations of Crosbys came from Butley.

My life in Tickets (10)

July 11, 2013

Spending a Penny

Back in 1968 I spent a penny on a ticket whilst visiting the Isle of Wight. It may not have been for the purpose you imagine – there’s no lavatory humour here. It  was a ticket for a short walk.


This ticket permitted a walker to pass along the Embankment Road at Brading Harbour.

Here’s the present day view from a spy in the sky.


The ticket was issued by British Railways who had last run trains to the area in 1953. But 15 years on, the road had a little ticket booth and a ticket man was selling them to all passers-by. I do not know what drivers of vehicles had to pay. It would not have made economic sense just to collect penny tolls from walkers! And, indeed, it seems it wasn’t worth collecting tolls at all. By 1971, British Railways passed the road to the county council who abandoned toll collecting.

For me, it gives my little paper ticket a bit of historic kudos.

The whole area has a colourful history – the story of Jabez Spencer Balfour is well worth reading in a local newspaper report.

And of course, like so much of the island, the area is delightful and pleasing. And who knows you might still find the old railway carriage I snapped in the same area (click here).

My life in Tickets – Student Days

April 22, 2013

For three years of my life I was a student in London. This wasn’t the glamorous centre of our capital city, but rather the south eastern suburbs. My college was in New Cross and my home was in neighbouring Brockley.

Being a student, and having no cash to spare, meant life was often lived at a fairly simple level. Normally, journeys were on foot and evenings, when not working, were spent playing cards with friends.

However, from time to time we did use a train between college and home and I seem to have a ticket as a reminder of those journeys.


It cost 4d – less than 2p in current money and that was on 11th June 1968. Back then fares were calculated strictly by distance and the second class fare was at 4d per mile. Gosh! How lazy not to walk it for it can only have been a mile. By 1970 when I left college, the first mile cost 6d so there was rampant 50% inflation on the cost of that ticket.

And what did we travel on? Well it would have been a Southern electric suburban train of the kind that crammed 6 people across the width of the train although most carriages had a narrow central gangway and just got five people across. They were very much of the ‘slam door’ variety and would have been approaching 20 years old in 1968.

I have no photo of such a train but be assured, they were the very ordinary trains of the day.

My life in Tickets (6)

April 6, 2013

Didn’t we have a lovely day, the day we went to …..Copenhagen?

Yes, we went on a day trip to the Danish capital – wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen.

We didn’t start from home. I was staying with German friends in Bremen. I met my girlfriend (now wife of more than 40 years) in Hamburg where she was staying with a pen friend. Together we rode the night train to Copenhagen, arriving at some quite ungodly hour of the morning and giving us about 6 hours before we returned – both of us – to Bremen.

Of course, I have the tickets.



For any ticket nerds these would seem to be pretty well standard Edmonson style tickets, just like those used in the UK at the time.

Neither of us remember much of the outward journey. We both got to Copenhagen and claimed not to have slept a wink in our ordinary compartment. But the tickets tell us what date it was – 11th July 1968. They also tell us some places on the route.

Copenhagen is a bit of a blur. There was the symbol, the lur everywhere.  That’s the musical instrument, a curved horn. We enjoyed the Kings Park where we could hand feed red squirrels and I recall we identified one very aggressive gull. We saw the Little Mermaid but did not have the cash or time to go in the Tivoli Gardens

It was time for the journey back – this time in daylight. Again, I can’t say I remember much but when we arrived at Rødby I was surprised to find our train being marshalled into three shorter lengths, each of which was shoved onto a train carrying ferry. Both of us, it seems, failed to notice this during our utterly sleepless outward journey. The truth was we must have been deeply asleep to miss the bumping at both ends of the 18 kilometre sea crossing.

At Puttgarden we were reformed up into one train for the journey on to Hamburg

I have a photo of a rail scene taken during that holiday in 1968. I have no idea where. I wonder if any reader can help.


As I’m on a train, by the look of it, likely spots are Bremen, Hamburg or anywhere up to Copenhagen.