I lived in Battersea from about 1939 to 1949 when we moved to Hornsey in North London. We lived with my grandparents who owned the Southern Dining Rooms, a transport café opposite the marshalling yards, just at the end of the Dogs Home bridge. My grandmother's cooking was renowned up and down the country by the lorry drivers who regularly came to the café. It is no longer there. We used to go to the nearby fish shop and buy a penny worth of crackling. I have many happy memories of playing in Battersea Park, my mother would see us across the very busy road and send us off with jam sandwiches and lemonade for the day. We always made a stop by the telephone box on the way to press Button B and were often rewarded with (I think) tuppence when someone had forgotten to retrieve their money. Being close to the marshalling yards and Battersea Power Station we were very vulnerable and I remember during the war we all had to go down to our cellar whilst an air raid was on, except my grandfather who refused to go down. Does anyone remember 'Blind Bill'? He used to stand opposite our side entrance in Savona Street and was loved by all the children. We always knew when there was going to be an air raid as Bill could sense the vibrations and would suddenly be off. I had a friend called Jean Lomax who lived in the flats in Savona Street and we used to have great fun playing on the bomb sites, picking the flowers that were still growing in the gardens of the bombed houses.
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