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| Featuring Old Toll Houses of the UK |
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| 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. |
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| Toll house at the River Perry, Shrewsbury, Great Britain |
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| 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. |
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| Toll house at St. Fagans, Wales |
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| Toll house at Findon, West Sussex, Great Britain, ca. 1973 |
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| At the River Aire, Ferrybridge, West Yorkshire, Great Britain |
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| Toll house at Somerset, Great Britain |
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| Calver, Derbyshire, Great Britain |
| Above, toll house at the River Menalhyl, Cornwall, Great Britain; right, toll house at Crieff, Scotland. |
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| Caergeiliog on Anglesy, North Wales |
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| Above, Gwalchmai, North Wales; |
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| right, Holyhead, North Wales |
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| 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 The House by the Side of the Road There are hermit souls that live withdrawn in the peace of their self-content; There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart, in a fellowless firmament; There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths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 |
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| The link to this page is: http://www.thepastwhispers.com/House_Road.html Music: For the Good Times (Can't hear the music?) Friday's Journal The Past Whispers - Home Old New Orleans |
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