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Crocodile

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Accession No: TWCMS : 2009.68
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Summary
This story is about Kenneth's journey from home in Netherfield to school in Newark by railway and walking with the other pupils in a crocodile.

By Ken Kidd

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This story was inspired by the collections at Monkwearmouth Station Museum, Tyne & Wear Archives & Museums.


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I'm not originally from the North East. I come from Netherfield in the Midlands near Nottingham. Nether means lower, everything in the Midlands is fairly flat and low. When I was a young boy at school, from 11 to 16 years old,I went to a grammar school called Newark Magnus Grammar School. The school was 20 miles from my home and I travelled every day by train.

Everyone was so used to the trains, it was just a normal event for us. Netherfield was surrounded by railway lines on 3 sides. The LNER (London North Eastern region), the LMS (London Midlands Scottish line) and the colliery line. It must have been noisy with the main line at the end of the street, but it was a noise I grew up with and don't remember every really being bothered by it.

Getting on the train, we each knew which compartment to use, the same one every day. We knew which part of the platform to stand on for when the train stops. In the compartment there were boys from different years, the oldest looking after the young ones. When a sixth former told you what to do, you did it!

When we got off the train we had about a 3 mile walk to school. We walked in crocodile, a long snaking line of boys in pairs, following the leader. The older boys were at the side to keep us in order. Nowadays I guess it is called a walking bus, but we didn't even have lolly pop ladies back then.

At school the boys who had to get the train were always well behaved. If you got detention you would miss the train and be late home. They never kept just the boy in trouble, they would give the whole class detention. The whole class would make sure everyone behaved that way. If you did get detention and was late home you would be late for your jobs in house and be in trouble again with the parents. My job was setting the coal fire.

These days I don't need to get the train, we use our car. But I have lots of memories of getting the train to school, and later getting the train to travel around the country. Those long journeys were always very tiring though.

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