Post by Matt James on Apr 16, 2009 17:12:10 GMT
A Few of my own Memories from John Dunbar Cornwall 1958-63
A few of my own personal memories of my times delivering around the Plymouth area. I recall a messenger, by the name of R Hobbs, who came back to the office, covered from head to foot in cow’s droppings. Apparently when he was overtaking a large cattle wagon, the cows decided that they would give him a souvenir to bring back and showered him through the slats of the lorry. The same rider when coming back from Saltash Cornwall, before the bridge was constructed had to catch a vehicle ferry; he managed to get his front wheel on but not his back one. So he ended up sat on his motorcycle up to his waist in the river.
We all had an accident or two; we used to say that unless you had an accident you were not a real messenger. R Menyena a good pal, decided to have an argument with a double-decker bus head on. The result was no solid food for 3 months as his jaw was wired up.
Opposite the Head Post Office was a large roundabout and we went around it was agreed among us that we had to lean over and make our leg shields catch the ground and send sparks in the air so that the bosses in the offices over looking the roundabout could see.
The Post Office annoyed the Telegram Delivery Boys, by putting lead seals on the carburettors to prevent them from exceeding the 30 mph speed limit.
Best Wishes
John Dunbar
A few of my own personal memories of my times delivering around the Plymouth area. I recall a messenger, by the name of R Hobbs, who came back to the office, covered from head to foot in cow’s droppings. Apparently when he was overtaking a large cattle wagon, the cows decided that they would give him a souvenir to bring back and showered him through the slats of the lorry. The same rider when coming back from Saltash Cornwall, before the bridge was constructed had to catch a vehicle ferry; he managed to get his front wheel on but not his back one. So he ended up sat on his motorcycle up to his waist in the river.
We all had an accident or two; we used to say that unless you had an accident you were not a real messenger. R Menyena a good pal, decided to have an argument with a double-decker bus head on. The result was no solid food for 3 months as his jaw was wired up.
Opposite the Head Post Office was a large roundabout and we went around it was agreed among us that we had to lean over and make our leg shields catch the ground and send sparks in the air so that the bosses in the offices over looking the roundabout could see.
The Post Office annoyed the Telegram Delivery Boys, by putting lead seals on the carburettors to prevent them from exceeding the 30 mph speed limit.
Best Wishes
John Dunbar