It Looked Brand New
A Memory of Burnt Oak.
I remember moving to Burnt Oak in April 1974, I was born in Lambeth, South London, then my parents moved back to St Lucia when I was about three years old. hen we returned to England my parents had already found a home in Littlefield Road. I remember the journey into Burnt Oak in the Black Taxi. Burnt Oak was so clean and quiet. We grew up in 15 Littlefield Road, and my sister and I went to Goldbeaters School. We had such wounderful neighbours and Watling, Silkstream and Montrose were our place of fun and adventure. I remember spending many happy hours in Burnt Oak Libary and on Sundays we would go to the Annuciation church with my mum Alice Tobie, but my father never went.
When I was growing up there was no place better than Burnt Oak, everyone played together even though back in those days you had to fight off athe racism, we all somehow got along with each other. I rememeber John Fords, the best shop in the world, where you could find anything from hankies to girdles, and its grand showcase as you entered. Burnt Oak Market on a Saturday was the place to get all your little pocket money toys.
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