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London, Church Street, Kensington 1906
London, Church Street, Kensington 1906 Ref: L130023
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Year: 1900s
Hackney in the east end of London
My nana was born in Hackney in 1907. She was born to an unmarried mother in the Salvation maternity hospital for unmarried mothers on Mare Street, Ivy House to be precise. She stayed in Brent House mother and baby home just around the corner. Does any one out there know of anyone else who was born in this hospital? I would like an old photograph of Brent House as it was at the time when it was a home for unmarried mothers. I have a photograph of the building as it is now, I was in Hackney at the beginning of this year and took a photogragh of Brent House. It is now luxury flats, and it was refurbished. Please can anyone help? I would be very grateful. Karen. Last edited: 11/11/2008 11:08 by Karen Surtees |
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 London, Charing Cross Station 1964 (ref: L1305315) |
Year: 1959
The Hub of My Young Universe
London's main railway stations truly are wonderful and Charing Cross was the one that I frequented the most as I travelled every weekday from Woolwich Arsenal in SE London to Green Park Underground, near the great Victoria Station. The sounds of the whistles, doors slamming, the hum of the electric trains...the overhead announcements reverberating in the cavernous domed roof... "last call for Waterloo, London Bridge, Deptford, Greenwich, Maze Hill, Westcombe Park, Charlton, Woolwich Dockyard , Woolwich Arsenal, Plumstead, Abbey Wood, Belvedere, Slade Green, Erith and Deptford"...and that recalled after 46 years !! (Says a lot for the theory of conditioning doesn't it !!) And then the train pulls out across the old iron bridge high above the Thames, looking across to the Royal Festival Hall to the west. And..in the mornings, after a journey crammed up against other commuters buried in their newspapers and jumping off the train as it still slowed to a stop into the station and hitting the platform running for the underground entrance. I've lived in North America for over 42 years and if there is one thing that I am truly envious of it is the British and European rail systems. I would love to have such systems over here, especially as I recently dumped my car!! Last edited: 21/05/2008 08:40 by Dylan Rivis |
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 London, Westminster Abbey c1920 (ref: L130232) |
Year: 1959
Prodigal Son Returned
I think it ought to be mandatory, for every person of English heritage, to pass through Westminster Abbey at least once! Returning from Canada and, later, the USA , for only the second time in 35 years I took my late teenage son and daughter to tour Westminster Abbey. There we joined the throng as it somehow wound its way through the crowded abbey. As much as I have become a North American, it surprised me that I was brought to tears as I touched and saw the incredible depth of history that this magnificent historic treasure holds within its walls. A very moving and self-establishing experience. I should point out that I was well familiar with the abbey's exterior, having walked, on clear days, past it numerous times, over a 2 year period, from Charing Cross Station to nearby Vincent Square, just off Victoria Street, where I was a student at Westminster Technical College Hotel School. It constantly amazes me how people, such as I did, overlook and don't seem to appreciate the wonders that they pass every day! Last edited: 20/05/2008 16:34 by Dylan Rivis |
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 London, Chelsea, the Kings Road c1950 (ref: L1305038) |
Year: 1950
Painful memories of Paulton Square.
As a frightened 7 year old, in 1950, I was plunged into an unfamiliar London life when my meddling and self righteous aunt unfortunately reminded my stepfather of fulfill his promise to my dying mother to 'take care of Jimmy'. He had since remarried and brought my sister and I together again after we had spent three years apart,my sister with his parents in Chester and I, happily in Kirkbymoorside, my mother's home in the North Yorkshire Moors with my wonderful, loving, foster family, and my grandparents, three aunts, uncle and my many cousins. We lived in Paulton's Square , just off the King's Road in an elegant , Georgian, three storey row house with wrought iron railings. In the centre of the square was a park area where I once disappeared to and was found playing quite happily, probably looking in the hedges for bird's nests, just like the Yorkshire boy that I was, much to my stepfather's disgust. This was the beginning for a little Yorkshire 'tyke's lifetime of abuse, emotional neglect from which I never have really recovered. I was thrust into the Lycée Français, all french school where noone hardly spoke english. Talk about disorientation !! I have mostly painful memories of Paulton Square, of forced backyard skipping exercises, bullying and repetitive readings and recitations to try to scour me clean of my 'uncultivated' Yorkshire accent, constantly ridiculed for my innocent joy of finding 'Noots and booney rabbits' on my walks with Gladys . How ironic that the A.A. Milne Christpher Robin and Alice stories that my step parents read to my sister and I in the middle of this large, war scarred, dirty,strange city reflected what I had just lost in so many ways in my beautiful Yorkshire ! It was from Paulton Square that shortly more upheaval was in the cards and we were 'posted' to Germany. A short train ride later we were in the bowels of a large passenger vessel heading across the cold North Sea from the port of Harwich to the Hook of Holland and thence onwards to Germany, a mere 5 years after the terrible war's end. Last edited: 27/08/2008 04:47 by Dylan Rivis |
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 London, The Strand and Charing Cross 1890 (ref: L130180) |
A Spectacular Entrance to Central London.
Before my time, of course, but this is still a very familiar view to me . Not only did I intern (from Westminster Technical College Hotel School) at the Charing Cross Hotel on the right but also passed through the station 5 days a week for two years. On occasion I'd stay too late at a party on a Friday night and have to get the 'milk train' in the dawn hours. I loved walking the streets of London in the middle of the night. I also loved coming in across the Thames into Charing Cross station on the Southern Railways from Woolwich Arsenal. To me it is a spectacular station and continues to be so even with the renovations which I explored with my two teenage kids in 2001. Posted: 19/05/2008 23:21 by Dylan Rivis |
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