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Essex memories
First Home
I was born in Hornchurch in 1934, but my mother, father and myself were the first residents of 121 Warren Drive, Elm Park. My brother was born in the house at 121, in 1945. This is the last view I had of the street, as we left in a taxi, to sail to Canada in 1946. Made a brief visit to Warren Drive in 1956. I remember queuing up outside Meyers Greengrocers with my Mother to try and get a few oranges in 1940. I also attended Romford County High School for Girls for a year and a half. Other friends and myself used to play in the fields behind the house, which had corn growing in it. Also, the railings ...read more here
A memory of Romford contributed by First Name Last Name
8th Hornchurch Scouts
I will always have fond memories of the Dell as our scout hut was located there. Also I lived a few minutes walk away at Ravenscourt Grove. I moved there in 1948. The Dell was a boy's dream place to play in.
A memory of Hornchurch contributed by david cook
The Bull Hotel
I lived in Elm Park from when I was born (in Oldchurch Hospital) in 1950 to when I was dragged away to Australia, kicking and screaming (inside) at the end of 1964. I often went to The Bull with a couple of my friends from Maylands girls' school. Of course, being only 13 or 14, we had to stay outside but we went to listen to the groups that played there, from time to time.
A memory of Hornchurch contributed by Sue Hayes
The Bull
Lots of happy times (and a few hangovers ) in the Bull pub in the early sixties. In the days when the door was in the front, there used to be a small bar to the left with a dart board and pin table with a small hatch/bar where you got your light and bitter or Watneys Red Barrel. I left hornchurch in the mid 70s, must go back one day...
A memory of Hornchurch contributed by martin coy
Extracts From Ardleigh & Essex books
The 1960s
By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.
An extract from from"North London Photographic Memories".
Dated 1923, the neo-Georgian terrace of shops and flats was built to coincide with the arrival of the Northern Line
in that same year. The reassuring style of the architecture, with its Ionic pilasters and solid timber and glass shop
fronts, was designed to attract the young city worker to live in a world somewhere between the town and the country.
Out of shot to the left is a very pretty bank building in the same, but rather more luxurious, style.
An extract from from"North London Photographic Memories".
The Late 19th
to the Early 20th Century
Forget six counties overhung with smoke
Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke,
Forget the spreading of the hideous town;
Think rather of the pack-horse on the down,
And dream of London, small, and white and clean,
The clear Thames bordered by its gardens green.
An extract from from"North London Photographic Memories".
The Palace was built to rival the Crystal Palace on Sydenham Hill in South London. A former International Exhibition Hall, and a ‘Peoples Palace’, the first building was designed by John Johnson and Alfred Meeson, and opened in 1873. Sixteen days later it was burnt down, and was rebuilt by John Johnson to re-open in 1875. It was never a great success; part was leased to the BBC in 1934, and television broadcasts began in 1936. In 1966 the Greater London Council took over the building, and in 1980 it passed on to Haringey Borough Council. Following yet another serious fire, the Palace was restored in 1980-88 by the Alexandra Palace Development Team. Although much of the building is now in regular use, the integral theatre remains desperately in need of restoration.
An extract from from"North London Photographic Memories".
This is a children’s paradise: blend open grass, trees and a pond with a lively imagination, and a never-ending variety of worlds can be created in a single afternoon - and lost forever in later years.
An extract from from"North London Photographic Memories".







