\u201cWritten in bed mostly to pass time away and thoughts of memorys of the past.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Above the first page were the words:<\/p>\n \u201cHappy memories of part of my life. E.D.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Those were not my grandparents\u2019 initials (their surname was Nye), nor anyone familiar. Who was this E.D.? Why had she written this? And how had it found its way into our family? Like an impatient novel-reader I flicked through the pages and started deciphering the handwriting, looking for clues.<\/p>\n The story began simply enough:<\/p>\n \u201cI was born at Swinton in the W.R. of Yorkshire.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Then, only a few lines later:<\/p>\n \u201cAfter a few years at Swinton my father was stationed at Masbro Station\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n With that, the outline of a life began to emerge: the life of Ethel Emma Danby, daughter of a railwayman, and later the wife of one.<\/p>\n The booklet itself gave almost no dates. We had to piece the chronology together gradually through places, public figures and events mentioned in passing. There were occasional surprises and false trails. At one point Ethel wrote of bombs falling near their house in York during \u201cthe war\u201d, and we naturally assumed she meant the Second World War. Only later did it become clear she was almost certainly describing the Zeppelin raid on York in 1916. Little by little, fragments of a life settled into place.<\/p>\n What emerged was likely the only record of this woman\u2019s life, and an unexpected glimpse into the social world created by the railways in the early twentieth century.<\/p>\n Ethel\u2019s father was stationed at Masbrough, near Rotherham, and railway life seems to have shaped the family\u2019s existence from the beginning. Yet what struck me most was a wife and mother\u2019s perspective on the world around the railway: chapel life, Sunday Schools, visiting the sick, church socials, choirs, Christmas treats for poor children, and a constant flow of neighbours and friends.<\/p>\n One of these vignettes stopped me short. Ethel records being called to visit a sick girl, who asked Ethel to sing \u201cRock of Ages\u201d. She writes: \u201cwhilst I was singing she passed away but looked so happy.\u201d It\u2019s easy to forget that death, especially at a young age, was more common in the early 20th Century.<\/p>\n Ethel\u2019s father was both railwayman and lay preacher:<\/p>\n \u201cWe always had family prayers night and morning. If Father was on duty my dear mother still took them.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n The railway and the chapel appear throughout the memoir almost as parallel structures around which life was organised.<\/p>\n After her father\u2019s unexpected death, her mother married a Mr. Danby, and not long afterwards Ethel married his son Harry, a railwayman like her father. Their married life followed the railway line from place to place:<\/p>\n \u201cWe first lived at York a lovely old Minster Town but with been on the Railway one gets moved about a bit.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Again, the understatement is striking. York, Pocklington, York once more, then Wetherby, Cherry Burton, Hessle, and later back again to Cherry Burton. Reading the memoir today, what feels surprising is not simply the number of moves, but how naturally she accepted them.<\/p>\n The railway created a curiously mobile life. And yet, wherever the family went, community quickly formed around them. At Wetherby, the whole family\u2019s connection with church life was vividly described when the organist died. Ethel\u2019s daughters Nellie and Violet were asked to take over temporarily. That created a popular spectacle. Ethel remembers the church becoming so crowded during services that chairs had to be placed down the aisle.<\/p>\n The most vivid sections describe their years at Cherry Burton station, where Harry Danby became station master:<\/p>\n \u201cWe were there 14 years and we were all so very happy there.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n The station sits at the social centre of the life she describes. People seem constantly to arrive, depart, call in, stop for conversation. Ethel remembers chatting with the bookstall manager and \u201cthe Lady of the tobaco kiosk\u201d while waiting for trains.<\/p>\n Choirs gathered around the station lamp at Christmas. Friends travelled from Beverley and Hull to play in the village tennis tournament, watched by local tennis celebrity Colin Gregory.<\/p>\n Children from the village came into their home and gathered round the wireless. One evening, while the family were listening to BBC Children\u2019s Hour, the presenters suddenly named them:<\/p>\n \u201cGood night Nellie and Violet and good night Nellie and Violets Mam and Dad.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n How this came about it unclear, but Ethel records that the broadcasters later travelled by train from London to visit them at Cherry Burton. She gave them lunch and showed them around the orchard while local children came to meet their unexpected guests.<\/p>\n What also emerges gradually from the memoir is the character of Ethel herself. She writes constantly of helping others: visiting hospitals, singing to the sick, making toys for children\u2019s wards, taking flowers and fruit to neighbours, encouraging younger people in church life.<\/p>\n Even when she writes about illness, bereavement and the strain of wartime, the tone remains remarkably cheerful. Again and again her attention returns outward to other people.<\/p>\n At one point she writes:<\/p>\n \u201cI always feel happier making others happy.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n It\u2019s a reflection that seems to explain her approach to life and illuminates the whole story.<\/p>\n All the while, as I continued to read, one question still remained unanswered. How had this little booklet survived among my grandparents\u2019 possessions?<\/p>\n Eventually, hidden in the text, the answer appeared. Ethel, now frail and elderly, was writing warmly about the doctors who cared for her:<\/p>\n \u201cWe always have such faith in Dr & Mrs Dr Nye\u2026 They never look on the dark side.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Dr and Mrs Nye were my grandparents. The booklet had survived through that relationship of care and trust. Somehow, after Ethel\u2019s death, it had remained among their possessions, passing from one household into another until, decades later, I found it in my hands.<\/p>\n Ethel wrote her memories merely \u201cto pass time away\u201d<\/em>. She could hardly have imagined that decades later they would offer such a vivid glimpse into the experience of a railway family in Yorkshire: a world of station postings, movement from town to town, chapel communities, wartime disruption, and lives organised around the railway.<\/p>\n It leaves me wondering how many similar stories may still exist unnoticed in drawers, attics and family boxes, waiting for somebody to pause before throwing them away. And whose memories, among our own families and friends, might still have the potential to be recorded before they disappear altogether? Saving them isn\u2019t difficult these days. A few brief conversations with a phone to record and transcribe them\u2014that\u2019s all it takes.<\/p>\n What mark do we each leave on the world? Who will remember us?<\/p>\n Ethel\u2019s daughters had no offspring and\u2014as far as we know\u2014this tiny booklet is the only record of this ordinary yet remarkable, cheerful, resilient railway life.<\/p>\n The post Uncovering a railway life<\/a> appeared first on National Railway Museum blog<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A small handwritten booklet, nearly lost in a house clearance, revealed the life of Ethel Danby and her family, shaped by the railways of Yorkshire in the age of steam. 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<\/a>Growing Up in a Railway Family<\/h3>\n
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Chapel, Community and Everyday Kindness<\/h3>\n
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<\/a>The Mystery Solved<\/h3>\n
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What Remains<\/h3>\n