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Saturday, 14 September 2013
Stopped in my tracks
I popped into Bradford's Industrial Museum the other day to see an exhibition entitled 'Hard Graft: Yorkshire at Work'. It celebrates local history through the industrial technology, engineers and craftsmen who shaped our landscape. (Alan Burnett, I think you'd enjoy this too!) Based on a book written by photographer/illustrator Terry Sutton, paintings, photos and text are placed with key exhibits from the museum's collection. I found it surprisingly absorbing, so that I only had time for a brief trip into the museum itself. I enjoyed this little corner of random but evocative bits of nostalgia. Those 'Halt' road signs used to be everywhere when I was a child. I never really noticed them disappear but they all got replaced by more modern Stop signs. The Esso sign reminded me of the Saturday job I used to have as a teenager, at an Esso petrol station - in the days before filling your car with petrol became a self-service operation.
It is a great little museum isn't it. This exhibition looks like our sort of thing.
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I don't know if the halt means you are in trouble when you get to the major intersection or if it really does just meant stop. The red phone booths are always so wonderful to look at unlike our gray plain ones over here.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness! I'd forgotten all about those "HALT..." signs. There is a red phone booth just a mile away at our local BIT O' BRITAIN store -- as well as scones and cream and sausage rolls.
ReplyDeleteI have never heard of the HALT signs. We have only had STOP signs as long as I can remember.
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