The Gibson ticket machine


When you are focusing on London and going down Memory Lane it is not so easy to bring back memories of things that have vanished. That is because England has a strong preserving and conservative view as far as heritage is concerned.

When you come from another country and visit London, which I will soon do again, it is interesting to see what has changed and what is left. In my opinion little has changed. London has its curiosities and they’re just like the buildings- there to stay.

Distinctively there are uniforms that make London recognizable. I am thinking of the London policeman with his unique helmet, the Coldstream guards and other foot guard regiments on duty at Buckingham Palace, on their red coats and bearskin caps. The beefeaters looking after the Crown Jewels

Other details that will catch David’s and Daniel’s attention during their visit in April, will be the red pillar boxes and the telephone booths, if they are still there… Myself I have been remembering the double-decker bus that will have changed from the heavy bus where you could jump in and go upstairs through a narrow staircase. They are still red and though they were just like the green ones we had in Lisbon they felt somehow different.

The bus conductor was in charge of selling you the fare. I suppose that’s gone! The particularity that most caught my attention as a young boy was the machine used to produce the tickets. After you said what your destination was the conductor fiddled with his machine and a slip of paper would roll out, as your ticket.

I have learned after some research that this machine was a Gibson ticket machine.  There were also “Push once” buttons- for the driver to make a stop.