My maternal grandfather, standing on the last bridge that he operated, after a lifetime of opening and closing bridges and locks, in different locations, in the Netherlands, to allow the ships through.
This photograph featured in the local paper of Gouda, when he retired.
This is obviously a pose because when he really was turning the bridge, with that handle, boom gates were lowered first, to stop the people on foot, or bicycle (and the rare cars) from crossing.
I was sometimes allowed to stand with him, as the bridge turned.
Only in very recent years did I read in a book, here, in Sydney, that my cousins were allowed to stand with him too.
He had a great rapport with the skippers of the boats, taking goods from Rotterdam to Amsterdam.
He would not take any lip from the people who complained because he’d lowered the booms, just as they were approaching.