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Year: 1910s
sheringham avenue A memory of Tottenham, London My Dad was born in Tottenham sheringham Avenue His Father was Maurice Redman and he worked for the local council as a bricklayer. they had three boys reg maurice and gordon.They moved down to billericay about 1929.I wondered if anyone remembers the family.vicki Posted: 14/11/2007 13:12 by Victoria Manning |
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Year: 1950
Happy days in Edmonton A memory of Edmonton, London We lived with my grandmother who was not in good health. My dad worked at Lebus Furniture Factory in Tottenham and would cycle every day to work. Then he came into some money and bought a car. In the harsh winters of those days he would stick a small oil lamp under the car so that it would not freeze. Horror - he even stockpiled petrol in the shed during the Suez Crisis but only a small can. Christmas was Christmas in those days. Buying would start when the "Loan Club" paid out a few weeks before Christmas. I fondly remember Edmonton market stalls - lovely brown paper carrier bags with string handles. Mum would put the Christmas nuts behind the chair and Fido, our dog, would pinch them! Woolworths was certainly the shop in those days before supermarkets and shopping centres. How we respected our school teachers - and the stigma of the cane or 'getting your name put in the book'. We would all march to the swimming baths in the middle of winter to get cramp in the deep end - then not dry ourselves properly and get chapped knees! But childhood is short. I went off to Tottenham Technical College for Secretarial Training then to work. One of my jobs was at Klinger Manufacturing in Upper Edmonton - the old Workhouse. Edmonton was my birthplace. How many of us still remember our Co-op number - a must in those days to get Mum's divi - but we can't remember what we did yesterday. Fond, fond memories. Rosemary Moore, daughter of Eileen and William Moore, sister to Douglas Moore. Last edited: 27/11/2008 11:37 by Rosemary Farr |
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Year: 1953
Living in Queens Avenue and going to school A memory of Muswell Hill, London I was three when we moved to Muswell Hill in 1951. My parents had both been in the forces and it was difficult to find accommodation for a family. My grandmother knew a Mr. Wood, he was a judge. His son and daugther-in-law had recently moved into their own home and Mr. Woods wife was dead. He was apparently in need of a live in housekeeper and part-time handy man and offered the position to my parents. As a child, it was an amazing house to grow up in- a double fronted Victorian house with an inner glass set of doors and a stone flagged hall. The house was originally staffed with servants and so each room had a bell push or pull. In the kitchen above the built in dresser the bells for each room were labelled and still in working order. If I was ever ill in bed, all I had to do was press my bell to let my mum know I needed her! Mr Wood was a man who had travelled extensively abroad and one of his two drawing rooms held his treasures. I was allowed to go and look at them and sometimes he told me about them. On the middle landing up stairs there was a full length window in stained glass, the subject was an angel. I remember sitting in front of her and talking to her sometimes when I was a small child. In 1953 I went to St. James Primary School, a 5 minute walk away in Fortis Green Road. It was an old Victorian building with outside toilets! Winters were a bit hard!!! I have mixed memories of my time there- I was smacked for singing too loud in assembly at the age of five- I loved to sing and couldn't understand what I had done wrong. I hated the daily having to read aloud in front of everyone else- silly really because I have always been an avid reader ( to myself). We re-enacted the Peasant's Revolt in the school hall and our Watt Tyler famously shouted 'Open the gates, I'm revolting!' All of us roared with laughter including our teacher. In my last year there the girls made skirts with coloured piping finish which we wore to do country dancing at the May Day Joint Schools celebration down in Hornsey park, I think. I also remember an eclipse of the sun in my early years there. We were told to bring an old negative to school to look through. At the appointed time the whole school went into the playground where each class had a galvanised bath with water in it- we could look into this if we wanted to, to watch the eclipse or use our negatives. In our last year our class put on a production of a play called the Highwayman- I had the part of his mother! Our head was a musician and the school had a reputation for having a good choir. I think some of the happiest times I spent at the school, in later years was as part of that choir. One last memory is of a painting that hung in the school hall, it was of a man with a horse drawn plough, ploughing a field with birds flying up around him. It seemed very appropriate to sing 'We Plough the Fields and Scatter' in that hall. Posted: 26/08/2008 20:24 by Susan Morley |
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Year: 1947
youth A memory of Wood Green, London I was born in Wood Green in 1940. My earliest recollection is being in a classroom in Lordship Lane with other children and being told I was not supposed to be there.It's possible I had wandered from home,which was on the Tottenham side of Great Cambridge Road,to this school and "joined the party!"Which may make me 4 years old at the time. When I was about seven mum would put me on a trolleybus(643 or 625) for a Saturday morning at the Wood Green Gaumont.For a few hours we would be lost to "the pictures".If a western was shown we would tare out after the show and become cowboys all the way down to Turnpike Lane.Pedestrians probably took us for early terrorists! A nice day out would be to take the Q bus 233 from Station Road opposite the Rex cinema up to Ally Pally (Alexandria Palace) and wander about the grounds and boating lake.Of course in the fifties we had the LNER railway line from Finsbury Park to explore I remember mum taking me shopping along Green Lanes between Bowes Park railway station.I usually managed to lose her and had to walk home by myself.It was safe for a youngster then. I recall being taken to Edmunds(?) store and was captivated by the overhead wiring system.A customer would buy an item,the server would put the payment inside acontainer,pull a handle and send the cash up and over presumably to the head cashier(I suppose). And of course Woolworth was always a stopover for mum. Retracing our steps back to the Gaumont cinema,actually almost opposite the cinema was an empty space where people could sit on benches and watch the world go by.Sometimes someone would perform the "escape act".He would get someone to put him in a bag,put a chain around it and get himself out....then hand the hat round! Beside this space was a side road which the trolleybuses used to get to their terminal.Also down this road was a bus garage.The Wood Green terminal for the City Bus Company of North London.I loved this garage because it contained the brown coaches and buses which took us to our Riviera known as "Sarfend on sea". I can close my eyes today and recall waiting for a little coach with the family and watching the mechanic walking about in his brown overalls and the smell of petrol. Then entering the coach which then set off along Lordship Lane passing the Gas Board offices,the Lordship pub,the bowling green,the old Co op and on into Tottenham on the way to the seaside. There was also another little trip I enjoyed,although it wasn't very long.We some times caught a little train which consisted of a tiny engine(steam of course) and two very comfortable coaches which ran from Seven Sisters Stn via West Green Road,Bowes Park to Palace Gates.Which was another route for us to get to Alaxandra Palace. Sometimes we would stand beside the bridge at Wood Green/Alexanra Park Station and watch the express steam engines roar down the lines on their way in to London and the reverse trip of course.I especially loved the special sound of the streak (A4) giving a warning as it sped down the line from Bounds Green.... Another regular sight,which we took for granted until they were all gone,were those lovely quiet,clean trolleybuses up and down Green Lanes and Lordship Lane.Why did they take them away?I just hate todays buses with a vengeance and now they have bendibuses. By the way,I was born in a building opposite the church off Jolly Butchers Hill. Wonder what it is today.I'll have to go back and check one day....I live in Kentucky,USA now. My best to all you Wood Greenians!!!! Posted: 22/01/2008 16:30 by First Name Last Name |
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Year: 1941
400 Green Lane A memory of Palmers Green, London It is with found memories of growing up in the war years that I look back on my time in Palmers Green. We had moved from Tottenham in 1940 when I was 6 years old into the shop and house opposite the Fox Lane Almshouses. My father was a funeral directors and the home was a branch of Nodes. We were located about half mile up from The Triangle towards Edmonton in the middle of a diverse selection of typical shops. Next to door Cullands was general traditional grocers who provided items packed to order, sugar in blue bags, butter in pats of half pounds, and mixed biscuits taken from tins as you picked. The main road, Green Lanes, was tree lined and quiet with very few cars as it was war time, but regular tolley bus services. I well remember the children's Saturday cinema at 6d entry, you had a couple of short films, maybe cartoons, a travel film which seemed to be American then some quiz or music and a longer Cowboy film. It was a time when young children such as myself could roam around with friends walking up Fox Lane to Cubs or Scouts, exploring the open ground down towards The New River, playing in Grovelands Park or Broomfield Park or marbles in the gutters of the side roads and streets. We also benefited from Double Summer Time, playing out later even though the street lighting was blacked out. Though there was bombing around we I think only had a couple locally with a string of bombs near The Triangle one night blowing out all of the shop windows and a V2 rocket somewhere near by taking out a few houses etc. These are a few recollections and I may be able to add to these later up to 1948 when we moved out. Hope that it may be of interest to others. Last edited: 05/11/2008 13:36 |
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