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As a young boy (about 6 years old) I use to go down to the Bulawayo loco shed most days. They were doing a lot of building at the time, with a new coaling stage and new ash pits for the new Garratt's that were arriving. No one ever chased me away or told me off. I was offered rides on loco's that were being moved about, and even allowed to shovel some coal into the firebox. I could only lift a 1/4 shovel of coal and drop it through the firebox door. I did often get into trouble from my mother for the state of my clothes, and from my farther for upsetting my mother. Years latter, just before he died, my father told me that it was a dream of his to work on the footplate and that he envied me for having done so.
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The Old Git, Syd
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