Short Memories of Burnt Oak
Writing this is difficult. I lived in Burnt Oak as far as I know from 1949 to 1953. I recall living in a top floor flat in 100 Littlefield Road. I attended a school off Gervas Road but cannot remember the name. I do remember certain things, the live jellied eels sold near railway bridge, also Tony Bells' ice cream, the bakers and cominig home with only half a loaf. I used to walk with my nan to the top of Watling Avenue to the Stag public house for her drink, also my father conducted and drove the buses out of Edgware Road depot, we never paid a fare but we picked up used tickets to show (naughty). Thanks to some of the photos of Edgware Road I spotted which used to be the picture house on the left and close to the bus depot on the right. I wish I could remember some of my friends' names. We had a good time, yes. I nearly forgot the rag and bone man, also the winkle and fish carts pulled by horses.
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RE: RE: Short Memories of Burnt Oak
Regarding my memories, if anybody did live in Littlefield Road between 1949 to 1952 it would be nice to know, thanks.
Comment from Ian Hine on Thursday, 12th May 2011.
RE: RE: Short Memories of Burnt Oak
I moved to Burnt Oak in 1970 February, lived in Deansbrook Road, which the postman told us comes under Edgware, not Burnt Oak. We came from Holloway in Islington so it was like posh, countryside living, our daughter was six weeks old, Wendy, Mandy followed in 1972, born in Edgware Hospital. The neighbours were quite offish, older generation, but either side was lovely people. Glade and Artur. the other side Mrs Parker and her daughter Margaret. You could not wish for better neighbours! They watched the girls grow up. Arthur died early on, I moved to Wales with my youngest daughter Mandy, because Wendy was married then. It was a wonderfull time to live there. After I moved, I learnt later on, Mrs Parker and Glade had both passed over, where-ever they are now, they are still fondly thought of by me. Watling Park was kept lovely, we used to feed the squirrels there, they fed from your hand. I visited it recently, could not believe how it had gone down. Such a shame.
Comment from Dave Hagland on Monday, 22nd August 2011.