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Old Great Western Movies

During the Severn Valley Railway’s ‘Season Finale Gala’ the  Bridgnorth – Bewdley goods, hauled by 2-8-0T No.4270, plods gently alongside Northwood Lane, in a scene which could, just as easily, have been 1956 and not 2016.  A Saturday morning in the 1950s meant, for many kids, a trip to the Saturday morning cinema, to watch black and white movies featuring such delights as; the Three Stooges, Roy Rogers, Flash Gordon,  the Lone Ranger, and not forgetting Tonto, ‘kemo sabbi’.  The good guys were cheered and the baddies booed, sweets were scoffed and lollies eaten. In the cowboy serials there was, almost always, a scene involving ‘the railroad’ and men on horse back chasing the bandits robbing the gold train.

Movies were one thing but, in 1950s Britain, gangs of masked men on horse back didn’t ride down the Welsh valleys sticking up the mail train, at gunpoint, they didn’t do it in Leeds, where I grew up, either. The nearest thing we ever got to masked men on horse back robbing the mail train was some fat old bloke in breeches, with a pack of slavering dogs, chasing a fox –  gunslingers were rarer than hens teeth.

When we weren’t at the cinema watching great Westerns you could find us down the nearest station, or bashing round the local shed, spotting them if we lived in their territory!

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“Slow Train Coming”

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I’ve done a couple of essays using the names of B1s and Jubilees, which seemed to amuse some folk, so here’s one with a musical theme, using lines from Bob Dylan songs.

While riding on a train going west I fell asleep for to take my rest. The Lone Ranger and Tonto they are ridin’ down the line, fixin’ ev’rybody’s troubles, ev’rybodies ‘cept mine. The train leaves at half past ten – But it’ll be back tomorrow same time again. Well I’m walking down the line, there’s an iron train a travelin’, have you laid awake at night an wondered ’bout the same.

Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair, Honey, just allow me one more chance to ride your passenger train, I ride on a mail train, baby Can’t buy a thrill.   My ears hear a symphony of two mules, trains and rain – the evenin’ dusk was rollin’ I was walking down the track, there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend.

I know the times they are a changing and the old railway’s never coming back, but I did enjoy the night train from City Station Leeds to St. Pancras, calling everywhere and taking hours to get there. There was a special excursion ticket on this train and the return – you got a whole day shed bashing in London, for just a few bob – that train and the sheds are never coming back either.

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