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Hello Guys and girls.
I'm seventy four, so you may wonder that I'm still alive and kicking, let alone writing on the WWW. I know I am.
I worked on Baldock Station at the beginning of 1960, as a leading porter, for less than a year. But boy, do I remember it. I had to be at the station at some unearthly hour to meet the 'fish train', and sometimes I had to release pigeons from a basket. Yeah, I know. Sounds crazy, and I am; a bit. If I were lucky, the asthmatic old gaslighter would have lit the lamps. If he didn't arrive, that job, too, was mine. I can't recall his name. The stationmaster was one Bob Tanner - that's right - easy to remember. Nice man; though I remember one evening, when the shunter failed to arrive, and I had to take on his duties, having already worked my full shift, I rang Mr Tanner at his home, asking permission to go home, he made me stay on till a spare shunter arrived, by which time I had worked fourteen hours. I was never a very practical person, and I had a few humorous adventures. If there is anyone still alive who may be slightly interested, I'll add a couple of stories here. Don't ask me technical details of engines, and all that stuff. All I remember is that I shunted commercial wagons - Ellis and Everard Coal - in the Marshalling Yard. The yard was quite small, but seemed huge to me.
The leading porter from whom I took over on starting there was named Roger. Blond haired, with moustache. There was a lady porter called Eileen.
It is highly unlikely, but if there is anybody...
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