Memories of Steam Trains

November 21, 2008

In late October, the BBC ran a series of programs about the demise of steam locomotives in England which were killed off by the Minister of Transport of the time, Beeching. These nostalgic programs brought back some memories of when I was a little girl. The closest train track was about a 2 mile walk from our house – down the road, down the lane, across the main road, down another road which also turned into a lane, across a field, over a style then across another field to that magical place – the bridge over the railway line. My brother Mick and I often used to escape the constant beatings handed out by the woman who called herself our mother, by walking to “our” railway bridge. There, we would just lie on the grass, staring up at the sky and waiting for the sound of a train. Then we’d jump over to the bridge, take a deep breath, lean over the bridge, shut our eyes and felt the tingle of
glowing soot particles on our faces as the train passed beneath us. Then we’d breathe in again and then soon there would be the silence again, broken only by the sound of skylarks hovering in the sky. It was a great thrill for us if the driver saw us and the train whistled for us.

Another time, we were still very small, we heard that the legendary streamlined, “Class A4″ locomotive, Mallard would be coming to our nearest big station pulling the coaches of the Seaside Express. Fortunately it was a fine day, so off we set for the 5 mile walk to the town to see the Mallard. We didn’t have any money for bus fare, but our Nan had given us 1 penny each for Platform Tickets (you needed a ticket to go onto the platform back then). As it turned out, we were allowed onto the platform for free by the very kind guard, and he told to not to get too close to the edge, when I told him we wanted to see the Mallard.

Even thinking back to it, I get teary-eyed. Here we were, two little kiddies, all on our own like something out of a Dickens novel staring open-mouthed in awe, as this stunningly beautiful blue and black locomotive slowed down and chugged its regal way past us. I wanted to touch it, because it looked like something from another world. But I didn’t have the nerve. Mallard is now in the National Railway Museum in York, NE England and one day I will go and see it, and I will touch it.

But until then I can re-live those days of steam thanks to an excellent website which has not only pictures, but sound files to listen to, or to download. The website is http://www.fleetsteam.co.uk and if you want to hear a real train whistle, listen to the Oliver Cromwell whistle as it thunders towards the site owner, David.

 http://www.fleetsteam.co.uk/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderfiles/70013_farnboroughdown620_140908.mp3

David has been extremely kind and has sent me a short version of the whistle and train, so I can hopefully put it as a ring tone on my mobile phone.

Other sounds of steam locomotives can also be found on

http://www.steamsounds.org.uk/