High Street c1950, Leigh-On-Sea
High Street c1950, Leigh-On-Sea Ref: L30024
Memories of High Street c1950, Leigh-On-Sea
Days Out by Train
We used to visit Leigh-on-Sea by train from Dagenham on a Sunday. After a stop at the cockle sheds for refreshment and for us children to see the process of the boiling of the shellfish, we would then walk along the seafront as far as Southend East railway station because in those days the train home was as packed as most rush hour trains are today and we were assured of a seat on the train before it got to Southend Central station. Nowadays, my membership of Leigh-on-Sea Lions Club means I am often visiting the Old Town and still delight in sampling the produce of the seafood stalls. The view in the picture is very recognisable as it is in a conservation area.
Our First Home
Jenny and I moved to the High Street in 1989, this tiny vilage was a wonderful home for us both, we loved the walks and the local pub, with this quite vilage in a town came the regatta which stoped us taking the car out and doing shopping etc. but we loved it. Unfortunatly our happy bliss ended with Jenny killed in a road crash on 20th May 1990 at 3.30PM, I love the lady and thought my world had ended, the house haunted me so I left moving far away to Somerset.
There I met Kathleen McComick now my wife and we have visited Leigh and we both enjoy the walks on the front. So now we have more fond memory we share.
God bless you Jenny I still miss you.
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St Clements Leigh on Sea
I remember walking along the cinder path from Leigh station where the 21 bus dropped us off, buying cockles and Leigh shrimps for tea. We always had a plate of cockles while we waited for the shrimps to be weighed up. Lots of vinegar and plenty of pepper, lovely! We then walked up all the steps to St Clements, through the churchyard where my Dad showed us the stone that the pirates, more likely the fishermen, were said to use to sharpen their knives. We then walked back along the Broadway to the Grand Hotel and caught the bus back home.
