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Historic maps of Tulse Hill and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Tulse Hill maps
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Memories of Tulse Hill
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Neighbours
Nana Hall and her kids lived at number 1 Booth House. Peter, Ann, Sheila & Janice were her grandkids who also lived with her and their mum. Upstairs lived Susan Tucker...you can imagine what she was called all the time...poor kid!
Booth House
We lived in 7 Booth House for 11 years. We were the Scottish family the Geekies who had a very violent father. I remember an old bloke who was a flasher who lived in Birch House. My mum called the police when I told her what he had done.
Tulse Hill in The 70's And 80's
I lived in Tulse Hill from around 1970 to 1990, at first on the Tulse Hill Estate (Booth House) and then Gaywood Close up the hill. My abiding memories centre mainly around my time at Dick Sheppard School - now sadly just a memory - and especially the time my gang had a fight with another school in Herne Hill one lunch time that eventually escalated into a pitched confrontation in Brockwell Park involving hundreds of pupils from a number of schools in the area! More everyday was the lovely 2b routemaster running up to St Martin's Library, Flo's newsagent on Elm Park, Andy the barber - opposite Allied Carpets, and of course the Tulse Hill Tavern. Everyone got along - especially as kids, but propaganda and cultural peer pressure changed some as they entered adulthood. The Police were universally mistrusted and disliked - following years of experiencing endless stop and searches, racist attitudes, rudeness and just plain arrogance. Looking back now, I realise I got into a hell of... Read more
Greater London memories
West Norwood
One of my memories was 1966 when we won the World Cup and my dad sent me to the local greengrocer to tell them we'd won. I also remember walking every day to my school, St Luke's, Linton Grove, West Norwood from Dunbar Place and the wonderful war-time play we put on for the school, and going to assemble at St Luke's Church. Wonderful childhood memories.
School Days
I remember my first day at Crown Lane Primary School, Crown Point, West Norwood. My mum walked me to school and we all went in with the other children, most of whom I knew from our estate. My mum gave me threepence for my dinner money and a biscuit in a brown paper bag for our milk break. I remember her telling me to be good and that she would see me later. At about 11 o'clock the milk monitor brought us in little bottles of milk with straws in, it was lukewarm, but I thought it was great. My mum never had to walk me to school again as all the children from my estate (Fernlodge) walked together and it was safe to let your five-year-olds do that then. Our headmaster was Mr Osbourne and we loved him. My favorite teacher was Miss Kerner, I thought she was so pretty. They were happy days for me.
West Norwood
I spent my childhood in West Norwood. We lived next to the Cemetary Wall in Hubbard Road. We often drive there for "a trip down memory lane". It looks like a little toy town now and so built up. Kingswood School was a smashing school in those days. The curriculum was fantastic - so many opportunities and the teachers were brilliant. I had a wonderful school experience there. We even had the "maypole and may queen" festivities. Norwood Park was a fantastic place to go. The outdoor paddling pool and Sunbeam Club held on the makeshift "theatre" in the park where there also used to be magic shows etc in the open air - such fun days.
Norwood Road
I lived above David Greigs on Norwood Road (Later became Abbey National). I went to school at Elmwood Infant and Junior School in Carnac Street. I used to get the bus to school, I think it was a 2b, which went down by the cemetary, we then got off the bus and walked the rest of the way to school. On my return from school I would get off the bus and go to MacFisheries where the staff would cross me over the main road!
