Acton, the Park c1960
Acton, the Park c1960 Ref: A300001
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Year: 1965
Tony Bros
My friends and I have just returned from a trip down memory lane. We all grew up in Acton and remember Tony's ice cream parlour. We trawled the streets but alas in vain. I have fond memories of my nan taking me there every Saturday for a treat. Acton used to be a lovely part of London. What has happened to it? Last edited: 23/06/2008 16:46 by Carole Shipp |
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Year: 1955
early years
I was born and bred in Acton and lived in Allan Way, North Acton. I went to school in St. Vincents Convent school. My family had an ice cream business in Acton: Tony Bros. I have many happy memories of Acton, such a wonderful place. So clean and tidy and I remember vividly all the well kept gardens where I lived. I drove past a couple of months ago and was almost reduced to tears: what a dump!! It is so very sad that such a wonderful part of London could be destroyed. Is this what progress does??? Posted: 02/02/2008 20:25 by Michael Tedeschi |
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Year: 1956
Smitten by a Kitten from Marlborough Road A memory of Chiswick, London Smitten by a kitten from Marlborough Road. A tall, elegant, green eyed, dark long haired lass from Chiswick, who charmed my heart with her music (an Accordionist). Her family, in particular her father, were gentle-folk who gave me tea on Sundays then we would watch Sunday Night at the Palladium on the TV, or Robin Hood. She would play Ramona, Sorrento, and a medley of sing-along songs for us to join in. I was in love, but she was only sixteen, and this was the 1950s. DPaul567@talktalk.net Last edited: 13/07/2008 16:51 by Paul Dale |
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Year: 1960
St Mary's church A memory of South Ealing, London We lived in an upstairs flat in South Ealing. The tube railway line ran behind our flat, and beyond that, allotments. We also had a good view of St. Mary's church. It was wonderful to hear the bells ring on Sunday mornings. I wonder if they still ring as a lot of churches have had their bells stollen. There is a path way through the cemetary which could be reached through the alley leading to Grange school. I often walked that path way to and from my friends house. It was very spooky, particularly in the dark, and the school alley way although lit, was not much better as nobody else was usually around. I would think twice about making the same journey today. It was a much shorter way home and I did'nt even stop to think of any danger like I would today. As a child I felt so free and the world was my oyster. South Ealing was a safe place to grow up. Cars were few and crime was very low so there was little restrictions, except 'in time' In at 8p.m. or else! Posted: 28/10/2008 14:45 by Averil Branson |
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Year: 1960
Mouse goes to school A memory of South Ealing, London When I was about 11 years old I secretly bought a pet mouse on impulse, but quickly realised that it was a silly thing to do as I knew my Dad would not let me keep it. I couldn't afford a cage for it. I hadn't thought it through at all. Frightened to leave it at home I took him to school, stupidly thinking I could keep him hidden in my desk or up my sleeve, but of course the inevitable happened and somebody snitched on me. I thought, 'now I'm in for it' and waited for the screams to emit from my dear teacher as my friend popped his little brown head out from the cuff of my sleeve. but to my amazment she was wonderful about it. She took me aside and gently talked some sense into me. That teacher was Mrs. Lakin and I have never forgotten her. I loved her best of all my teachers. The school, Grange juniors. Consequently I did tell my mother about my pet and she reluctantly argued with Dad about it and won the argument on my behalf. Incidentally poor Junior the mouse ended his life eighteen months later in the mouth of our dog Judy. He had escaped from his cage and Judy had hunted him down whilst I was at school and unfortunately I was the one who found him. A sad end for my little buddy and Judy was in my bad books for some time after. Last edited: 28/10/2008 14:17 by Averil Branson |
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