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This page is for your memories, a page which I have wanted to do for a long time. You may not feel you have any stories which anyone will be interested in, but please believe me, people will want to read them. So if you have anything you remember which you want to share, please contact us
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These verses were written by a driver who wanted no publicity and our thanks go to:
P.R. Lovelace ex S.R C&W Works (1945)
B.R.B. HQ (M.E. Design)
B.R.E.L (Eastleigh Works)
For sending them in.
Campbell! A famous name, So too our road, it is the same,
Artisans, Drivers, Signalman too, Apprentices, Tea boys making the brew.
Men like Sam and Alf and Jock, built the Southern's railway stock.
Loco's thundering on the line, Weymouth to London, right on time.
Here comes the Bournemouth Belle, Campbell's residents knew her well.
History is here and much beside - Railways opened the country-side.
Seaside places, little known, came suddenly into their own.
Millions of people, their children too, saw the environment, anew.
Ports around our Southern Coast, Part of Railway's proud boast.
It's true to say it was for the better, holiday came and time for leisure.
A hundred years changed the Southern Scene, happier then it had ever been.
Some of the credit has to be due, to the men and women, not a few,
Who over the years lived in Campbell Road, it was their workplace and abode.
What they achieved was a vital part, keeping it beating, the Nation's heart
Campbell Road - Present
Time has rolled the twentieth century on
Four generations of railway men, now gone.
From this road and other roads too,
Who cares about you and you and you?
What of this place you served so well?
What of the stories you could tell?
Of giant loco's built with pride,
Far better than a Disney ride.
Sleek carriages of every class,
Their proud livery, long since past,
Gone are the sons of Alf, Jock and Sam
Sacrificed to the greediness of man.
For man, must always pay the price of greed,
The things we cannot change, are above decreed.
Will the future of Campbell Road, still be there?
Will rail folk be sacrificed to the air?
Railwaymen of this Hampshire Town
You have left your mark - A Fitting Cown
ANON
I remember the cotton waste! And I also remember when in the carriage works and going to the loos people would put lighted cotton waste and send the it down the water trough. As it passed the cubicles if you were sat too comfy and for too long, it would burn your bum, (I wonder if it was the foreman!!!)