Battersea
A Memory of Battersea.
I remember the Granada, 6 pence for the Saturday morning flics. I always felt sorry for the plonker that had to do his bit and make us sing along before the flics started. After the show, down to 'Notarianni's for a 3 penny wafer of ice cream, then walk home along Lavender Hill re-enacting the main film or the trailer and trying to suss out what the hero would do to get out of the predicament he was left in for a week until we could return next Saturday. I remember the Grand Theatre. Mum and Dad if they had enough cash would take us to see a live show, I was enthralled. One drama that has remained in my mind was called "No Room At The Inn". One line sticks in my memory, this woman had charge of two refugee kids, this woman liked to drink and then took her anger out on the kids. The line was "Who broke me bleeding fevver", she had damaged the feather in her hat. I attended Latchmere Road School, nothing remarkable here, I graduated to Wandsworth Technical College, again nothing remarkable happened. I was not a remarkable pupil. I survived though and went on to achieve many memorable events in my life, now I live in New Zealand and enjoy life here. I have clued my NZ wife up on a lot of my early life. At 71 years of age I still enjoy life, motor cycling is still my greatest kick, travel ditto, anyone out there remembers me then I would be happy to correspond.
Richard Watson
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He attended the school in Savona Street I think and then went to work for Great Western Railway at Nine Elms. All gone now, so has the beautiful, iconic building The Battersea Power Station, luxury apartments, wine bars and restaurants!
My Dad's name was James Rachard Middleton and had he lived he would have been 92 this year. Joined the Royal Artillery in 1942 and served in North Africa and Italy. Married my mum, who he met at Catterick Xamp in Yorkshire whilst learning to drive and train for his overseas service. Most of his mates were killed in both Campaigns but I do remember someone named Patsy Bastin who lived at Clapham Junction and worked with Dad at Nine Elms.
If anyone remembers the area or my Dad please get in touch.
Thank you.