Hello Glenda, my dear. I remember that name - Lighten. Where is Eastern Ave? Is it the road where Trevor Johnson and David Warren lived? Michael Cox there too. Remember him? Now I remember our dads - good mates - working at the Tunnel. Down in Church View at the bottom were the Eggletons - much feared. Although the eldest was a decent bloke. But Ronnie! I worked as a labourer once for Eves (also at the Tunnel) to earn some cash before going to university. Ronnie got a job there too, but just a few days later they found him dead after a car crash with some kind of stake through his head. He and Tommy Ferguson (I think it was) shot off to Grays one evening (too fast) for some fish & chips and went off the road on that long stretch from Southend Road down into town. Now it's all Chafford Hundreds or something like that. All kinds of memories are starting to come back. Also living in Church View were the Savills. Kevin was always my best mate. I "discovered" him (I can't remember how) living in Bristol almost 30 years later. I visited him too for a few days about 10 years back. Once we all had bikes we used to cycle down past the Kenningtons(?) to Running Water Brook and play hide-and-seek on our bikes in the woods. Then we came home with huge bunches of bluebells for our mums. Like others I also remember the new slide in the park. On the left was an immaculate green where the older men played bowls. And once in a while there was a fair - I loved that game where you put pennies in a slot and let them run down onto the table hoping they'd fall squarely on a number so you got that number of pennies back. When I was in the Wolf Cubs we assembled at the top of Love Lane (weather permitting) in summer and marched down through the village to St. Michael's Church, where there was a war memorial in front. When Elisabeth became queen in 1952(?) all us toddlers dressed up in costumes for a party (tea, cakes and sandwiches) on the green in Central Avenue. After the dairy on the right going down was a sweet shop (Turkish Delight, Marshmellows!) run by the mother of Peter (? can't remember). At any rate he was in my class at school and after the 11+ went to Grays Technical College. On Friday evenings when we were about 17, I suppose, we used to go down to Thames Board Mills for the dance. Well, it was just having a drink and hoping to "pick up" a girl to shuffle about with. And with any luck she'd go to the cinema in Grays (State, Regal, Ritz ?) with you and you'd snog in the back row. Elsie (my adoptive mother) lived in The Complex on Southend Road before she died aged 90 in 2010. Mick, your dad's mate from the Tunnel, died in 1990 aged 72 (he was very ailing). My aunt Edie, Elsie's sister still lives there. She must be about 88. And her son is in Little Thurrock. My real mother Connie (85) lives near Boston in Lincolnshire with my half-brother Paul. They've renovated an old farm. I'm now 68 by the way. I phone Connie a lot and we talk about gardening, cooking, shopping. I reckon that's enough for now. Have to rest and see what other memories come back. Look after yourself, bye, Colin email@example.com
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