Roper's Yard, Hart Street 2004, Brentwood
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The Ursline Girls School
Does anyone remember during the '40s when the Ursline Girls School got bombed and caught fire. I think it was the same night the Brentwood Senior Boys School got bombed and we all had three months off school. I put my time to good use - I used to go out blackberry picking and sell them sixpence a basket. I made half a crown per day, Jim Chalkley.
I was born in London in 1937 and moved to Pilgrims Hatch in that year ,so all my childhood years were spent there. We lived in Days Lane so a long walk to the shops or a Bus to Brentwood. At the age of 4 years in 1941 I started school at St Pauls, Bentley, Nr Navestock. I can clearly see my first teacher a Miss Anderson, grey haired and kindly who always wore a floral pinny, she retired soon after to be replaced by a young, very glam Miss Bardwell; well thats how my minds eye recalls her. Our headteacher was a Mr Taylor; my memories of my namesake are not too happy. Looking back a bit of a bully, but then he had to put up with me. I recall I was caned by him many times as were some of the other boys. In those days we had to leave home for school about 8-15 and walk the three miles to St Pauls in rain, snow, or... Read more
The Parade & Swimming Baths
Hi, I was an evacuee & I lived in Cresent Road. I used to go to Brentwood Senior Boys School at Doddinghurst Road. On Fridays we always went to the fish and chip shop - chips and crackling! I would always go to the swimming baths after school - it cost one penny. I remember when the school got bombed during the war - and so did Myrtle Road near the station. I also spent many hours playing at Brentwood Common near the pond. Does anybody else remember the war years at Brentwood? I also got to know 2 girls who helped me with my paper round, Rose and Grace Hyde, they lived near Hartswood Road and Woodmans Road. All the best, Jim.
18 Months in Highwood
I spent 18 months in Highwood from April 1951 - November 1952 and would love to hear from anyone who was there at the same time. I remember a ward orderly called Mrs Brown on Laurels 3+4 but can not recall any of the other boys names but would love to talk over old times with any one who was there at any time. After a lobectomy in London I made a full recovery and am still working part time at almost 75 years old. My phone no. is ..... 07919 587235
I believe I was sent to Brentwood following a stay in Hither Green Fever Hospital with whooping cough. I seem to have been in a ward named Poplars 3. I have two very strong memories of that stay. I was 5 years old. First, I was encased in a 'frame' which was made of metal but thickly padded, the padding encased in thick suede leather. It went around my head at forehead height; a long straight rod went down my back to just below rib height, where the lower part of the frame circled my body just above waist height. It was intended to stop me from turning my head. I have since found out that they suspected I had tubercular glands. The second memory concerns what must have been a visit from some 'big-wig'. A nurse came round with a tray of beatiful satin ribbons of all colours. She handed a ribbon out to every child in the ward until... Read more
The picture above is of the Ongar Road, at the area by the Robin Hood Pub. I used to go to school with the daughter of the owner of the hardware shop, that is the first shop on the right. The area looks very much the same today.
I Return to Brentwood
I have just returned from a visit to Brentwood after many years living overseas. It was sad to see the town hall is no longer in the High Street. The Odeon cinema has gone & so has the Palace cinema. The White Hart hotel where I used to work as a boy has also gone. The City Bus garage in Ongar Road is no more. The Hutton Residential School cottages & swimming pool have been bulldozed down & a posh estate has been built in its place where once all the orphaned kids from East London used to live...oh & Wilsons shop and Wilsons Corner has also gone. Will they rename it now to Brentwood Crossroads...ah thats called progress. I also used to work for Matthews & Son in Kings Road, Brentwwod during the second world war, there is now a trendy pub in its place. All the best, James Chalkley.
The 2nd World War Years Brentwood
I remember during the 2nd world war years I used to go swimming at Brentwood. The steps in this photo leading to the pool is where I saved a young boy from drowning. In those days the young boys who could not swim had a habit of jumping in the deep end just by the steps - when they reached the surface they would grab hold of the rail at the top of the steps and climb out. But on this particular day, this boy misjudged it - I saw him laying on the bottom of the pool so I jumped in and got him to the side of the pool; he was unconscious. People rushed to help me get him out, we laid him on the floor then the first aid people took over. I tugged the nurses uniform and said I was the boy who saved him. She said go away you horrible little boy. I said, but I was the... Read more
Ah Brentwood swimming pool, such happy memories. Taking the Green line bus from Romford, Mum with picnic packed would take my sister Noreen & I to the pool regularly during the summer holidays, arriving early and leaving late. I remember paddling in the kiddy pool & swimming in the big one, buying rainbow popcorn in the shop & lots of children to play with, sheer bliss. My Auntie Jenny worked in the Thermos factory which backed on to it, and in her lunch hour would give us a few coppers over the fence to spend in the cafe.
I remember St Faith's hospital very well. I was the Head Porter there for a number of years until it was closed down. I met my wife there. She was a catering assistant. We were engaged with two other couples in the social club.That was thirty years ago. I didnt think of the patients as patients. They became more like friends. I have only fond memories of the time I worked there. To me it felt a friendly building, although as a workhouse it must have been very bleak. I remember that most of it was brown and green paintwork. One of the wards was used as a unit for women in service that were pregnant. As I understand it, if they agreed to have the baby adopted then they could go back to their job. If not.. well who knows what happened to them. I was contacted by an elderly gentleman whose mother was in there and agreed to have him adopted. He asked if I might be able... Read more
Auntie DID Have TB
I have recently been doing some research into our family history. I was always told by my mother that her elder sister, Bessie Dubora, died from complications following a tonsilectomy but, having now obtained a copy of the Death Certificate, I have discovered that she died at High Wood Hospital in 1925 from TB at the age of 12 years.
My family originally came from the East End of London, so I was at a lost to understand why the Death Certificate originated in Billericay. Having studied some of the entries on this site, I can now see that High Wood must have been what used to be known as a "sanitorium" for children with TB.
Obviously I never got to meet my aunt Bessie but, if there is anyone out there who survived this terrible disease and remembers her, I would be delighted to hear from them.
I Didn't Have TB!
Just before Christmas in 1953 I was admitted to St Giles' Hospital in Camberwell, south London. It was thought that I had TB. I was allowed home for Christmas, although confined to bed. After Christmas I was taken by ambulance to Highwood Hospital in Brentwood, which my parents told me was a 'convalescent home'. One of the boys on my Ward quickly disillusioned me, as of course all of the patients had varying degrees of TB. The "older" boys, myself included, had beds on the outer part of the building, which had a glass roof and long glass windows, which were left open at night. It was quite cold, and I quickly learned to sleep on my back, to keep out any draughts. During the first week of my stay, still confined to bed, I underwent a number of chest X-rays and tests. On the second Monday the Ward Sister came to my bedside and told me that I did not in fact have TB and that I could go home.... Read more
Grandmother's Childhood Home
Probably more years than just 1910. My Grandmother Rose Smith (nee Holloway) grew up here. She was one of 10 children to John and Alice Holloway. She met my Grandfather, Sidney Fraser Smith, who was a Sergeant Instructor in Small Arms at the Barracks nearby. When she lived here the Holloway family had a pet black sheep, a monkey, ducks and chickens, with many fruit trees in the orchard, which is sadly now a car park! John would send Rose down to the Thatchers Arms with a jug to bring back some of the opposition's beer for him to try out. I have a framed picture of the Headley with the Holloway pony and trap outside which I bought from the Landlord of the Thatchers in Aug 2008. The family lived here until John Holloway lost his licence because he let people in after hours. They then moved to Camberwell. My grandfather, the Smith family, had 3 generations in the Army here at the... Read more
Highwood Hospital. Ingrave Rd. Brentwood. Essex.
I was in a hospital called Highwood Hospital, in Ingrave Road. It was for children who had TB. I remember lots of friends there, the girls were separated from the boys. We had open air wards where we slept, unless it was very cold. Most of us were in our early teens. I was on a ward called Firs 5, I found out years later that it was the only hospital of this type in the country, as the chidren had adult type TB. I was there for about a year, and was completely cured. We did live quite near in a village called Hutton, we lived on a estate which was newly built, and we had moved from London to there, so we were not far from the hospital. The name of our little row of houses was called Claughton Way. I would love to hear from anyone who may have been there from about 1951 to 1953. My surname then would have been Fisher.
In Loving Memory
I remember going regularly to Brentwood Cemetery. My Father would take us to visit the grave site of my baby Brother Barry who died at 8 months. My Sisters & I would help my Father maintain the grave. Lots of pretty floweres. I always remember the quietness, stillness, the total peace on our visits. May you continue to rest in peace Dear Brother Barry.
I Remember This as st Faith's Hospital For Epileptics
i remember this not as brentwood hackney schools but as st faith's hospital for women and children with epilepsy and other mental disorders. my father worked in the administration offices until he died in 1959 and my mother worked there as a nursing auxiliary after that. i remember going to children's parties (both for the patients and staff's children and have photos of my brother and I and parents at these functions. I remember one Matron, a Miss Hopkins, who was a lovely kindly lady and friend to my parents. She gave me a gold cross and chain which i still have to this day. it was her own cross and chain and i can remember feeling so touched that she should give it to me. she probably had very little money so it was a lovely thing to do. Although a massive place with huge long dayroomsl which today would not be allowed, the atmosphere was happy and the staff gave a lot... Read more
A Cup of Bovril And A Bag of Crisps After A Swim!
I used to go to Brentwood swimming pool with my school St Martin's for girls and can remember going when it reopened for the new year - easter and it was absolutely freezing! I was not much of a swimmer so can remember it being torture for me. i also used to go with my friends during the summer when we would have a swim and afterwards, after dodging the boys flicking their wet towels (i am sure you know who you are out there!!) which was horrible because if it caught you it hurt like hell, we would queue up at the kiosk and buy hot bovril and a bag of crisps. i can remember there being a children's pool as well. it was always crowded in summer. by janet aldridge (nee leggett)
Social Life at The Pool!
I was five years old when this photograph was taken and would have occasionally been taken to the pool by my mother. My older sister would have come too. As we got older it was a great place to hang out as teenagers and we would often go for a swim after school and then walk home to Shenfield (saving the bus fare to buy a bag of chips at the fish and chip shop opposite the Green Dragon in Shenfield). We went to the Ursuline Preparatory School (The Grange) and then on to the secondary part at 11. The swimming pool was always cold but as teenagers we were more interested in posing and looking for boys than doing much swimming! The boys used to show off by diving, jumping etc off the boards so we always tried to sit on the area near the boards. When we were ready to go home or too cold to sit there any more we often bought a hot chocolate to drink... Read more
My Grandad Was in Brentwood
Hi, My grandad was in Brentwood from 1951-1953 and I was wondering if anyone knew him? His name is Peter Summers he was on The Lorrals 3&4 so if you were on that ward between those years can you please comment your name and I'll see if he knows you :)
Highwood Hospital, Brentwood TB hospital for children and teenagers. I was there aged 14 just, in 1953 to 1954, 13 months in all. Apart from the treatment we had a good time. Rowans 3 and 4 was my ward. The hospital staff were wonderful. Many friends, names forgotten apart from a few Carole Davis, Pauline Brice, Brian Andrews, Harry Coldrake, Tony Welland as well as a fantastic Nurse Lawless and Dr Bentley. I see from another memory someone was on Rowans 1 and 2. Who are you? My Email address is firstname.lastname@example.org telephone no. 01707659785 Please get in touch....Paul Filler....
My ancestor was John Horsnell, he was born in 1812 in Brentwood, Essex. I am looking for any relatives of John Horsnell. His parents may have been William and Mary. His father was connected with wine importing and retailing. Wiliam was also a rent collector for several years for the High Sheriff of Essex. John Horsnell emigrated to South Australia aboard the Lysander in 1839 with his wife (name unknown). Unfortunately his wife died at sea of small pox. John Horsnell remarried in 1848 an Elizabeth Smyth who came from Lostwithiel in Cornwall. They produced 14 children. If anyone knows of this family please contact me on email@example.com I live in Australia and would love to hear from you.
I was an apprentice plasterer for Joe Tredget, who llived in The Meads, Ongar Road, Brentwood. We did a lot of work, Prests Lane, and on The Mount. Remember Sity Busses, built its garages on the now Sainsbury's site?
I was in Highwood Hospital at Brentwood from September 1954 until December 1955. I made a lot of friends there and have some very happy memories. I was on Rowans 1 and 2 Ward and would love to hear from anyone who was there at that time.
The Lion And Lamb Inn
Amazing to see the photo of the Lion and Lamb, I worked there as a cocktail barmaid in 1962 or 1963, the manager was Harvey Storch. I have a lot of fond memories from my time there and to see it has hardly changed is remarkable, and it was the place I met my daughter's father, we never got married but he was the fish buyer for J. Lyons when the hotel was a satellite of theirs. I will always have my most fond memories of the prepration chef at the time, as he took my under his wing and taught me so much about cooking.
Ole Tramps Band/Brentwood Essex
No memories, BUT would like to connect with someone whose ancestors perhaps played in this band...it was connected with the Brentwood Railway Inn.
My aunt and her husband were managers of the Inn..Henry and Florence Emily Proctor Pope.
ANY info will be welcomed!!!
We lived in the Parade, down by the station. The fish and chip shop was run by a rather large gentleman. eventually something happened, and we took it over. The soldiers would pack it out and there would be a long queue outside on Friday nights, and anyone seeing that would think we were making money hand over fist, but in reality we were dirt poor and had hardly any furniture upstairs, just mattresses. There was a wonderful automatic piano on one of the floors though, and it played Back to Sorrento and other classical music. One of our neighbours was Edie. There was an alleyway at the back of the parade and as I walked up there one day, someone shot me in the chest with an airgun. It stung, but my sternum stopped the slug from doing serious damage. I used to walk all the way to Barnstables at Upminster Common ( called Tylers Common now), and beyond, just to be with horses. On some evening of the... Read more