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Dee Tocqueville, Lollipop Lady

July 10, 2014
by the gentle author

Cordelia Tocqueville

Contributing Photographer Sarah Ainslie & I made the  trip over to Leytonstone recently to pay homage to Cordelia – known as ‘Dee’ – Tocqueville, the undisputed queen of East End Lollipop Ladies, who has been out on the street pursuing her selfless task every day, come rain or shine, for  as long as anyone can remember. “I took the job at first when my daughter was small, because she was at the school and I could be at home with her in the holidays,” Dee admitted to me, as she scanned the road conscientiously for approaching cars,“Though after the first winter in the rain and cold, I thought, ‘I’m not sticking this!’ but here I am more than forty years later.”

Even at five hundred yards’ distance, we spotted Dee Tocqueville glowing fluorescent at the tricky bend in Francis Rd where it meets Newport Rd outside the school. A lethal configuration that could prove a recipe for carnage and disaster, you might think –  if it were not for the benign presence of Dee, wielding her lollipop with imperial authority and ensuring that road safety always prevails. “After all these years, I’m part and parcel of the street furniture,” she confessed to me coyly, before stepping forward purposefully onto the crossing, fixing her eyes upon the windscreen of an approaching car and extending her left hand in a significant gesture honed over decades. Sure enough, at the sight of her imperial sceptre and dazzling fluorescent robes the driver acquiesced to Dee’s command.

We had arrived at three, just before school came out and, over the next half hour, we witnessed a surge of traffic that coincided with the raggle-taggle procession of pupils and their mothers straggling over the crossing, all guaranteed safe passage by Dee. In the midst of this, greetings were exchanged between everyone that crossed and Dee. And once each posse had made it safely to the opposite kerb, Dee retreated with a regal wave to the drivers who had been waiting. Just occasionally, Dee altered the tone of her voice, instructing over-excited children at the opposite kerb to “Wait there please!” while she made sure the way was clear. Once, a car pulled away over the crossing when the children had passed but before they had reached the other side of the road, incurring Dee’s ire. “They’re impatient, aren’t they?” she commented to me, gently shaking her head in sage disappointment at human failing.

Complementing her innate moral authority, Dee is the most self-effacing person you could hope to meet.“It gives you a reason to get up in the morning, and you meet lots of people and make lots of friends,” she informed me simply, when I asked her what she got out of being a Lollipop Lady. Dee was born and grew up fifty yards away in Francis Rd and attended Newport Rd School as a pupil herself, crossing the road every day, until she crossed it for good when she married a man who lived a hundred yards down Newport Rd. Thus it has been a life passed in the vicinity and, when Dee stands upon the crossing, she presides at the centre of her personal universe.“After all these years I’ve been seeing children across the road, I have seen generations pass before me – children and their children and grandchildren. The grandparents remember me and they come back and say, ‘You still here?'” she confided to me fondly.

At three-thirty precisely, the tumult ceased and the road emptied of cars and pedestrians once everyone had gone home for tea. Completing her day’s work Dee stowed the lollipop in its secret home overnight and we accompanied her down Newport Rd to an immaculately-appointed villa where hollyhocks bloomed in the front garden. “I have rheumatism in my right hand where the rain runs down the pole and it’s unfortunate where I have to stand because the sun is in my eyes,” she revealed with stoic indifference, taking off her dark glasses once we had reached the comfort of her private den and she had put her feet up, before adding, “A lot of Boroughs are doing away with Lollipop Ladies, it’s a bad thing.” In the peace of her own home, Dee sighed to herself.

The shelves were lined with books, evidence of Dee’s passion for reading and a table was covered with paraphernalia for making greetings cards, Dee’s hobby. “People don’t recognise me without my uniform,” she declared with a twinkle in her eye, introducing a disclosure,“every Thursday, I go up to Leyton to a cafe with armchairs, and I sit there and read my book for an hour with a cup of coffee – that’s my treat.” Such is the modest secret life of the Lollipop Lady.

“When my husband died, I thought of giving it up,” Dee informed me candidly, “but instead I decided to give up my evening cleaning job for the Council, when I reached seventy, and keep this going. I enjoy doing it because I love to see the children. One year, there was an advert on the television in which a child gave a Lollipop Lady a box of Cadbury’s Roses and I got fifteen boxes that Christmas!”

“After all these years, I’m part and parcel of the street furniture”

Dee puts her feet up in the den at home in Newport Rd

Dee with her brother David in 1959 outside the house in Francis Rd where they grew up

Photographs copyright © Sarah Ainslie

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20 Responses leave one →
  1. July 10, 2014

    What a lovely post. Lollypop people bring back memories of Tufty and the Green Cross code man. So funny to hear about the Cadbury’s gifts – another great British institution that isn’t what it used to be 🙁

  2. July 10, 2014

    That is a lovely piece!
    Very nice to read about you Dee 🙂

  3. July 10, 2014

    That was a lovely piece of writing. My friend told me about this blog and I have just started reading it….I’m hooked 🙂 thank you, Lisa

  4. July 10, 2014

    Another priceless post, Gentle Author. Thank you for them all – I wish I could comment every single day. Dee looks so stylish standing there with her brother in 1959!

  5. Deborah Fyrth permalink
    July 10, 2014

    Wonderful lady (with the coolest name!). People like Dee are the real heroes of our City.

  6. viv permalink
    July 10, 2014

    Amazing story, fourty years service :o) and to think there was some suggestion nrecently that there wasn’t a need for lollypop ladies and men, gurr another cost cutting idea – crazy

  7. July 10, 2014

    Dear Cordelia Tocqueville (Dee), you do a wonderful and fundamental job for all children. I wish you all the best for your life!

    Love & Peace

  8. Gary Arber permalink
    July 10, 2014

    The unknown factor is how many people, live and well today, would not be here if Dee were not there over the years seeing them safely across the road.

    Dee is one of the people who should be recognised in New Year Honours instead of rich, fat bankers and politicians.

  9. July 10, 2014

    Hats off to Dee for 40 years of service keeping other people and their kids safe – just great! Perhaps some of those who want to cut the lollypop people should do duty for a few weeks and see what they think about it then! Valerie

  10. July 10, 2014

    I completely agree with Gary Arber!!

    Love & Peace

  11. sprite permalink
    July 10, 2014

    Tocqueville: huguenots connections??? Very possibly…

  12. Vicky permalink
    July 10, 2014

    Wonderful that lollipop ladies are still with us!

    Surname sounds Huguenot (I’ve come over all Huguenot-conscious with the festival being on at the moment)

  13. Caroline Ince permalink
    July 10, 2014

    Dee is a wonderful lady and does a fantastic job, rain, shine and snow. She came to my mum’s 70th birthday party and proved she is a great dancer too – lollipop style! Thank you Dee – you’re a star xxx

  14. Molasses permalink
    July 11, 2014

    >Dee is one of the people who should be recognised in New Year Honours instead of rich, fat >bankers and politicians.

    Perhaps time for an alternate ‘New Year Honours’ list – one for the people, by the people?

  15. dee permalink
    July 11, 2014

    Thank you for all the positive comments . I enjoy my job and hope to continue for at least another 10 years health and council permitting.

  16. July 11, 2014

    I moved to Francis Road two years ago and was absolutely delighted to see Dee helping people cross the road safely. Seeing a lollipop lady again reminded me of my own childhood in rural Bedfordshire. Dee is always smiley, even in the pouring rain. I’m 32 and she often stops traffic for me on my daily commute. Dee, I salute you!

  17. jack blue permalink
    July 14, 2014

    She is adorable!! I can name her shoes–they are Clarks.. I went to Cordwainer’s college in Hackney.
    I miss it so!!

  18. Janet Tocqueville permalink
    December 27, 2017

    In reply to those who wondered if Mum had Huguenot ancestry, of course she does! Dad was responsible for the Tocqueville name and his family were most certainly not Huguenots but Mum’s paternal Grandmotherwas descended from a Valentin Macaree who arrived in Canterbury circa 1610 from Vallenciennes.

  19. Janet Tocqueville permalink
    December 27, 2017

    And for those who are interested, Mum is STILL Lollipopping

  20. GrAham ineson. permalink
    May 8, 2021

    Valentin macare is my 12grandfather my mum was a macaree from leyton.

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