Growing Up In Edgware

A Memory of Edgware.

I was actually born in Bushey but I grew up in Edgware. I always thought it a funny little town but in it's own way it was beautiful. The parks were beautiful and always had Rose Gardens and ponds to visit. Walking was a way of life and cars were far and few between. High Street had wonderful shops to stop and look at and the hustle and bustle of London had not reached it. The Green Shield House was the tallest and most modern building. I remember the Synagogue being built the largest in England they said at the time. Going to the railway tracks at RedHill and throwing pennies to see them flatten. Scratch Woods was still a safe place to wonder and pick bluebells and blackberries to take home. Going to Harrowes Meade to see Dr Hatcher, a woman no less. Then on to the park and out by Edwarebury Lane. Walking to Edgware and stopping for a bun at the bakers. The smell of bread baking by the Post Office in the alleyway. Now when I see it things have changed so drastically. My sister worked at Woolworths and then at Skinners. I always wondered who lived in the square house on Hale Lane by Broadfields and the History of Edgware. It is so old and yet now it has become just another sad looking town with cars and no warmth.