<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Frinton-on-Sea by Train - The Annual Pilgrimage,1910</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When in the large compartment, <br>Everyone was seated.<br>And all the luggage loaded, <br>The family group completed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Excitement as the train now<br>Leaves the local station.<br>Everyone perceiving<br>A feeling of elation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Servants in the Third Class<br>All with faces radiant, <br>The train now fairly straining<br>Up it's first steep gradient.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smoke rising from the engine, <br>Through the countryside it races, <br>Such a rattling and a clattering, <br>Rhythmic chugging as it paces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nurse is quietly rocking baby, <br>Mother dozing, Father reading.<br>Children gazing through the window, <br>Trees and streams seem to be speeding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Realisation, train is stopping, <br>Doors are opening, whistles blare, <br>All alighting from the carriage, <br>Platforms busy. Great sea air! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Call the porter for the luggage, <br>What! No luggage, this can't be, <br>'Did you tip the porter Father? '<br>Mother calls out nervously.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father fuming calls the Driver, <br>Calls ths Station Master too, <br>Sorry Sir, it's not our doing<br>We will send it on to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father marching to the taxi, <br>Mother fretting following along, <br>Nurse with baby shrieking loudly<br>Children calling, 'What is wrong? '.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father should have tipped the porter, <br>Much more than a farthing's worth, <br>So he didn't load the luggage, <br>In the 'First Class' luggage berth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It arrived early next morning, <br>By the first train down the track, <br>So as to the moral of this story, <br>If you're too mean, watch out Jack! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>© Ernestine Northover</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This poem was written from a story handed down through the family, and the 'Father' was my husband's Great Grandfather, and it is absolutely true, he was a very mean man. A Farthing being the lowest coinage of that time. We have photos of them all sitting on the sand, in full dress with the ladies in huge feathered hats. A wonderful sight! ! ! !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ernestine+Northover">Ernestine Northover</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390721" data-title="To Frinton-on-Sea by Train - The Annual Pilgrimage,1910 de Ernestine Northover" data-description="When in the large compartment, Everyone was seated. And all the luggage loaded, The family group completed. Excitement as the train now Leaves the local station. Everyone perceiving A feeling of elation. The Servants in the Third Class All wit..."></div> </div> </div>

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