Ted was a very special person to so many people, but in lots of different ways. We would
like to compile a page of memories of Ted – so please let us know of any thoughts you may have and how you remember Ted, so that we can add your memories to this page. You can add your thoughts directly, on this page, using the comments section below. If you have anything you would like us to include in this site – photos or anything else, you can send them to us using the contact page and we will upload them for you.
Thank you.
Comments:
Brian Ring
Ted will be remembered as a good collegue and great North London Line Signaller
All the best
Rest in peace
Brian Ring
World Horse Welfare on 2013/07/16 at 4:09 pm:
A very dear friend of Ted’s was kind enough to send us a donation in his memory. I would like to say, on behalf of everyone at World Horse Welfare, how grateful we are to people like Ted who inspire such love and kindness throughout their lives. Thank you also to everyone who has contributed to this site: it is a great insight into his life. The donation we have received in Ted’s memory will help our work to improve the lives of horses, both in the UK and overseas, and to end the long distance transportation of live horses to slaughter.
Thank you, Ted.
Phil Rowe
I knew Ted through my first wife, Linda Frank, who knew Ted before she met me in the early 1970s. The last time I saw Ted was at Linda’s funeral in 1997.
Ted’s job as a signalman was a bit of an accident. I had worked on the railway since 1974 Ted was considering a university course, and wanted a temporary job for a year and asked me if I knew anyone on the railway who might get him a job. I did – and he did! The Neasden Junction box was, at that time, scheduled for imminent closure but became Ted’s second home where I visited him a number of times. The university course never happened, but I think Ted became a real railwayman instead. To get to the box it was a bit of a trek through a car dump with rather fierce dogs on the prowl…! Having seen the video of Ted just a year or so before his death, reminded me of that wonderful, self-deprecating laugh of his. How I wish we hadn’t lost touch.