Featuring Old Toll Houses of the UK
When we approach a toll booth at a bridge or turnpike today, it's hard to imagine that, instead, there were
once toll houses, where the toll house keeper and his family lived.  Preservationists in the United Kingdom
have done excellent work in saving many of these historic houses.  In the photos above, we see two views
of the Stanton Drew Turnpike toll house in North East Somerset, Great Britain; the photo on the right was
taken in the early 1900's.  There's still a hook by the front door that once held a pouch where coach
drivers used to place their toll money.
Toll house at the River Perry, Shrewsbury, Great Britain
The following five sketches were drawn in 1909 by S. Adye.  They represent toll
houses in the vicinity of the town of Swindon in southwest England.
Toll house at St. Fagans, Wales
Toll house at Findon, West Sussex, Great Britain, ca. 1973
At the River Aire, Ferrybridge,
West Yorkshire, Great Britain
Toll house at Somerset, Great Britain
Calver, Derbyshire, Great Britain
Above, toll house at the River Menalhyl, Cornwall,
Great Britain;  right, toll house at Crieff, Scotland.
Caergeiliog on Anglesy, North Wales
Above, Gwalchmai, North Wales;
right, Holyhead, North Wales
Terriers Village, Buckinghamshire, Great Britain
This was my Grandmother Garrett's favorite poem...

The House by the Side of the Road

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn in the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart, in a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths where highways never ran;
But let me live by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road, where the race of men go by;
The men who are good and the men who are bad, as good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat, or hurl the cynic's ban;
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road, by the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope, the men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles, nor their tears, both parts of an infinite plan;
Let me live in my house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

-- Sam Walter Foss
Tell a friend:
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