Barking, Eastbury House c.1955
Memories of Barking, Eastbury House C1955
i was 5 wen we came back from germany and were put into the nissan huts used during the war by royal artillery the guns were still there and me and my sister jenny used to play on them and turn the wheel and make them turn we left there and moved to north street next to the white hourse pub which is now on the other side of the road
i remeber one night walking from keith road over to the harrow pub to get some fags for me mum cos me dad was compere at most of the pubs around barking and as i walked past eatsbury house i saw wot i thought was a guy hanging from the scaffold but l8er found out it was a young man who had hung himslef cos of a break up with his long time girlfriend
I remember the shops in Barking very well when I was a child. One of my favourite shops was Bullies the Jewellers, you couldn't miss it because it had a great big clock flush with the pavement at the entrance. I used to dribble at the sight of all the jewels. The other shops were M&S by the swimming baths, and Woolworth's, they had a cafe at the back of the shop which made the best milkshakes. I also remember a shop called Wade & Pollard that sold bed linen, towels, tea towels, net and draw curtains and underwear. As I grew older I started to like fashion and music, oh, and boys, my Mum said we were too poor to spend any money on the things I liked, so I only ever got to look in the shop windows and dream. Happy days.
Id love to here more about the Nissan Huts in Barking Park, my late husband Allan Longden had so many happy memories of his childhood days there, swimming in the lake and the lido. Can anyone tell me wherebouts the huts were located. Sue Longden
I was born in 1953. Mr Aston the head, my teacher was Miss Wynne, a great school.
I am Barking born and bred on 25.04.1921 and lived in Fanshaw Avenue which was not far from Eastbury House. I have now reached the age of 92 and would like to share a memory which until very recently I kept to myself. I remember the old creepy Eastbury House which was then untenanted and sustained damage from Hooligans, the high brick wall which skirted the grounds and the shaded areas which were eerie if you were on your own but o.k. if you were with friends or with a boyfriend! I can still see in my minds eye, my lovely dad who would come out looking for me if I wasn't home by 9pm and often found me in the shaded spots of the high brick wall of Eastbury House, with a boyfriend! One night I saw ...Read full memory
My nan and grandad were Barking people, my nan was born on a fishing smack moored in the quay at barge aground area of town. My grandad was a hero of the battle of Jutland. My uncle Tig lived and died in Barking so did many of my family. My dad was in the Royal Marines and when he demobbed we came home from Germany and lived in a nissen hut in Barking Park with 3 other families, Billy Cutts was one I think, then we moved into North Street when the White Horse was on the other side and the flats weren't there I watched as a kid being built. I was born in Upney Hospital then we moved to Keith Road, Little Keith, then in 1965 they moved to Bletchley in Bucks.
I was born in Upney hospital in 1954, lived in Barking in Esex in St Aldrey Street, attended Ripple Middle School, loved going to Barking Park as a kid, we moved to Australia in 1966.
Eastbury House was just around the corner from where I lived in Pelham Avenue from my birth in 1940 to the time I moved to Kent with my parents in 1956. There was a huge wall that concealed beautiful gardens of Eastbury House & we used to climb up on the wall to get to the plum trees that overhung; it was all harmless fun. I remember my Mum & Dad having a row one day & my Mum said she was leaving; we went looking for her & found her sitting on the steps of Eastbury House, so she did not go far & came home quite readily as it was getting dark & it was a bit creepy there at night.
I was born in Upney Hospital in early 1951, the youngest of six children. We lived with our parents in North Street. When I was two our parents split up and my dad eventually 'won' custody of myself and the brother next up to me, four years my senior. Dad had been disabled during the Second World War and, as such, was no longer able to do his job, in civvie land, in the building trade. So he was at home a lot and his passion for breeding birds and small animals became his trade. He had a stall in Brick Lane market in the East End. My aunty ran the Milk Bar, which I believe, was situated in East Street - does anyone remember it? She was the most wonderful pastry maker and her meat pies and sweet pastries were very ...Read full memory