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Schools
I was born in Feltham and lived there for 20 years, I went to a school in Boundary Road - Lafone Secondary for Girls. Also in the same road there was the boys' school, DeBroome (not sure of spelling). Anyway, having looked on Google the girls' school seems to have vanished, which suprises me as it was a newish building in the 1960s. I had a lot of friends at that school, some from Feltham and some from Hanworth. I remember going to the cinema at Hanworth for the Saturday morning matinee and I also went to a dance school around the corner from there. I have not returned to this area since moving to Hampshire. Sue Crook, nee Stone.
Middlesex memories
Early Days in Feltham
Hello, I was born in 1942 at 88 Sunbury Road, Feltham. There were four children born at the house, 1938 Gwyneth, 1942 Carol, 1945 Hilary, 1949 Kelvin. My mother, Gwyneth, and dad, Stan, moved into the house the day they were married in Kingston upon Thames. A large bomb landed in the road. The back garden was very long and most was planted out to vegetables and fruit bushes - which my father loved to do. During the 1940s and 1950s we often had heavy snow falls and throwing ashes on the road to help was often done and clearing snow from the pavements. The postman came on his bicycle, sometimes when it was almost dark with the last delivery. The baker called - but Mam didn't use him often. The milkman called and at the end of 'Snaky Lane' was the dairy which bottled the milk, little cardboard circles sealed the tops. These were used by some to cover in wool and were then stitched together to... Read more
Subury Road Feltham
That was a wonderful write-up by Carol about Sunbury Road and it brought back so many memories of my childhood. I was born in Fulham in 1932 and in 1934 I moved with my lovely parents to Feltham where we first lived over the back of Sunbury Road on the Grescot Estate for about two years. There was a Club Room and they had dancing on a Saturday night and my dad played the drums with the band. My parents then moved into 19 Sunbury Road which was my home until I was about 27. I can relate to so much what Carol wrote, as like her I went to the Feltham Junior then on to Kennington Manor. I kept in touch with my school friend who lived a few doors down from Michael Jones until he passed away and managed to visit him a couple of times when I was down at the London recording studios. I have spent my life in music and I am now retired in Sunderland... Read more
Memories
I was born along Ashford Road in an old cottage that my nan and grandadad lived in. My brother, Stephen White who was a year older than me, was also born there. The Sawyers Arms always brings back memories to me. We went to Feltham Hill, then Steve ended up going to a deaf school. I went to Kenygton Manor - spent a lot of time at the R and B club on the week-ends, just behind the cinema . I left the UK just before my 18th birthday and moved to Perth, Western Australia. I would love anyone that knew me to contact me and would like to know whatever happened to Eddie - he was a gypsy who always walked me home from R and B club - also my best friend was a Nancy Hadley, I would love to hear of her also, all the best, Sandie x
Evening Mail
I remember the Sunday when the trident crashed at Staines June 18th 1972 near the Croocked Billit, I was still at school (Mathew Arnold). Iworked as a paper boy for the evening mail selling the news to drivers in their cars at the traffic lights, the Mail managed to get us off school on the Monday and we sold papers all day at Heathrow, my commision that day was as much as I normally made for the whole month.
My First Flight With Cunard Eagle to Meet my French Penfriend
I had never previously flown so at the age of 15 I went on an aeroplane for the first time. It was a flight from Heathrow Airport to Dinard in northern France which I made by myself.
I was travelling to meet my French penfriend, Michel Laine, to spend the summer with his family and improve my language skills in anticipation of my GCE 'O' Level exam later that year. The plane was operated by Cunard Eagle airways and I recall it had four propellers!!
Now we are almost 50 years on I guess the plane has long since rusted away and as for the Cunard Eagle name it faded into obscurity.
Heathrow was a lot smaller in those far off days and I can remember standing on the flat roof of one of the terminal buildings watching take-offs and landings. Its hard to believe the lack of security in the 1960's when we consider how concerned with safety Heathrow now is!
Pappa India
Yes, I remember the time the Trident crashed near the "Crooked Billet" pub. I was driving a 116 bus and was on the bus stand in Staines. The journey to Staines from Hounslow was uneventful. I had about 20 minutes before I was due to leave for my journey back to Hounslow. I left the stand at my allotted time and drove into the High Street and there I stopped. The traffic was horrendous. After some 30 minutes I arrived at the Crooked Billet roundabout. Police were everywhere. I was told by one police officer what had happened. Eventually I was allowed to proceed. I negotiated the roundabout and drove towards Ashford Hospital only to be met with a sea of people walking towards me. At the time I thought "WHAT GHOULS". They were walking in the middle of the road. I found out later that the incident had been transmitted by all the Radio and T.V. stations. The emergency services had much trouble getting to the scene. Maybe... Read more
