My memories of the depot are fuzzy. A large wooden counter separated the open room from the merchandise. There may have been benches for people waiting on the train — I do not remember. The depot was also where everyone got their mail. A bank of individual bronze-faced rectangular boxes lined the back wall. Box numbers were assigned (ours was P.O. Box 23) snd mail was accessed by turning the small gold pointer back and forth entering the appropriate combination.
The main room was quite big and open with a long wooden counter behind which Ruth Esther worked. She was a local resident, married to a farmer and raising three sons who looked like their father and a daughter who favored her. I thought she was beautiful with her bright red lipstick and bright red fingernails. We never saw people wear lipstick or paint their nails much in those days. She was filled with kindness with such a gentle manner. If I close my eyes, I can still see the little scrunch in her eyes when she smiled. Ruth Esther sold penny candy to the kids. That was my big takeaway. I honestly do not know what else they sold because I was only interested in the candy.

Being a depot, there was a railway switch that could guide the trains to another track. For our community, the switch was used to route the trains off the track while stopped or as a holding place when the cars were not used. We loved it when that happened! That was a prime playground for us.
The resting railroad cars were never locked and there were never more than one or two cars parked at any given time. I have written before about the hours we spent playing there.
When the trains stopped carrying passengers, the depot closed. This would leave two stores in our little Valley and would inspire Ruth Esther to open her own. Join me tomorrow when I introduce you to Arthur who owned the store closest to my grandparent’s house.
I can’t imagine having to get post that didn’t come through a letterbox. My youth was so different, in a populous Central London borough a day trip from any countryside.
Best wishes, Pete.
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It is a life very far removed from today, Pete.
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Sad there are no longer any of these in our area. I build a forum based on the concept of people gathering and sharing news and gossip. Just like the olden days of small train depots.
I truly enjoyed this walk through some great memories.
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Thank you for taking the time to read, Ron. I tried to find a photo of the depot I could share, but all had strict copyrights. It was a simple life for a kid but I am sure not so easy for those trying to feed their families.
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I miss the sounds at night of the train whistles and the clickity clkack of the wheels on the rails.
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i rode the train to and from work for many years. a very convenient commute to the city. sometimes i miss the ride. 🙂
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Lovely post – looking forward to more tomorrow.
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This is a wonderful post, Maggie, it brings back some very fond memories.
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I am happy to hear you enjoyed the post, Dan. Fond memories are the best.
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I love reading of your childhood it’s a thousand light years from mine having a London/ urban up bringing. I have to say I keep seeing The Walton’s in my head when I read of your remenissions . But as you say those days are gone now. 💜💜💜
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It was a little more current than the Waltons, but not far off!
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I envy you 💜
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My grandparents’ town was too small for a depot, just a small hut for the signalman. When I took a train from there he literally stopped it with a flag.
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Our town was really small Elizabeth but it was along the route of a few important hubs along forestry routes. Location and the mail were the biggest reasons we had a depot.
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That makes sense.
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