As a five-year-old I had never been on a bus let alone seen
a bus conductor. The chap who worked the Green Line between
Chatham
and
London wore
a disc-shaped machine at his waist that dispensed crisp cardboard tickets. An
instrument of valves and keys borne bandolier-fashion over his uniform doled
out correct change.
“It’s impolite to
stare” my mother corrected, but I hadn’t even noticed the conductor’s hunched
back and his extra big boot. For Christmas 1967 I received my own bus
conductor’s kit, replete with flat cap, cheap plastic belt, a roll of tickets
and a coin dispenser.
Melbourne trams had conductors until 1990, an essential part of public transport in my opinion. Pregnant women, families with pushers, elderly travellers ... everyone valued their role.
ReplyDeleteI saw a clip of film somewhere, maybe London transport museum, of people learning to be bus conductors, all practising turning the handle of their ticket machines. It was both hilarious and nostalgic. :)
ReplyDeleteI can see you now. :)
ReplyDeletexo/Susan