Hello all,
Buzzer, really enjoy this thread…just a few memories from the past…
Love your driving outfit, I always wanted to drive , but never have. Lost my old lad before Christmas, and simply cannot recover from it, Horse, plus man, equals a bond stronger than anything…Now Im “boarding” a sweet little Mare, and an abused Donkey…but it a`int the same!
Long time back you were talking about how the Horse would always find its way home…Now my late Grandfather, 1881/1979, spent his whole life with Horses, first as a canal boatman, then just buying and selling them. Boy he had an eye for a “high stepper”…I remember as a boy going to Banks`s Brewery in Wolverhampton in a trap to collect spent Grains for his Pigs behind something that should have been running at Aintree…good job there were no speed cameras in those days!
1891 he was sent by his father who had boats on the broad Cheshire canals down to Gorsebrook Road in Wolverhampton to collect a new Horse, carrying £5 to pay for it, in his shoe!..He slept the first night on the “Stop Planks” at Gnosall, on the Shropshire Union, then when he collected the horse late the following afternoon, he was going to ride her back to Ellesmere Port, but the Stable Keepers wife made him go to sleep in the Stable, until the next day, to avoid him , (asleep), being “brushed” of the Horses back, under some Bridge Hole, and to drown in the Canal.
When he retired from the Shropshire Union in 1927, (having worked through the General Strike of 1926), he gained employment as a Drayman, for the LMS Railway company in Wolverhampton. His Dray had a little Mare to pull it, and because she was so fine boned, he always walked along side her, rather than riding on the Dray. He was a big man, well over 6 foot, but not fat, and one story that I am so proud of…He was delivering across the road from Wolverhamptons quite regal Art Gallery…(we did have some fine buildings …once)…when he stopped his Dray, as there was another Carter “thrashing” his horse…my Grandfather walked across the road, took the Carters whip, broke it into two halves…then handed it back to him!..
When in (I think), 1978, Renault instigated its “Raid Economic en Europe”, with TR305 tractors, and Savoyard Tilt Trailers @ 38 tonnes gtw, I was able to do the leg up to Birmingham `s National Exhibition Centre…after the hullabaloo had subsided, and the great, and good had retired to some grand" bun fest"…I was on my way back to Lyon, (and the end of Europe for me)…
So I picked my Grandfather, and Uncle, (the Haulage one, for whom I had traversed the European continent for), and took them for a little “jog” around the country roads…My Grandfather , as I helped him down from the cab said, " You missed quite a few kerbs on the tight turns…well done", …and my Uncle said…" I always wondered why you took so long to get back from Sicily…you drive slowly"…
Families, you can never win!
Cheerio for now.