Memories of Brentford, c1955
I remember lots of my old school friends names. I was born in Brentford, I went to Ealing Road School first. Then to Brentford Secondry Modern School. We moved to Bedford in 1961. I remember many of my old school friend's names.
1950 - 1961. Hi my name was Pat Gardener and my sister was Maureen. We went to St Georges School and then to Brentford Secondary Modern. I would love to share memories with old friends (hopefully many of them still alive). My email address is firstname.lastname@example.org. We lived at No.20 North Road, and my mother's name was Tilley. I remember so much about Brentford, at the top of my road was The North Star and there was the fish shop. I remember Rose Collins and lots of people. I would love to share old photographs and memories from anyone who lived in Brentford at the same time as me.
Memories of Brentford
The first thing I remember after turning left over Kew Bridge was a pub, and at the end of that pub was a jellied eel stall, My Mum and Dad used to stop there and get a pint of whelks covered in pepper and chilly vinegar, then we would walk home to Kenley road. Dad would give me the biggest Whelk out of the bag and it ...Read full memory
My grandparents and father were born in Brentford, so armed with an address from the census and a new-found enthusiasm for family history, I made my first ever visit. I walked along the High Street and found a large supermarket and car park covered the house and its bakery at no. 237 where they lived until WW1. I was so ...Read full memory
I lived in Brook Road from 1949 till 1968. I went to St Johns School till 1960 and then ArchBishop Myers in Hounslow. I lived with parents May and Alf Tyrrell, with nan and grandad living upstairs, when flats were not portioned off. I remember shops such as Fred (S)mudge the Albany Road butcher, the italian ice cream ...Read full memory
I am cycling along the canal and have just passed under the railway bridge. I pass under the great metal warehouse. Quickly there is a rattle as I cross the little bridge by the gauging lock, which is incidentally is a swing bridge. I admire the gauging lock office, where previously I had ...Read full memory