Christmas
A Memory of East Ham.
I always think of East Ham at Christmas, going to the Co-op to see Father Christmas, it seemed like magic how they did it. Then when older I remember my dad sat down our shed at 61 Stokes Road plucking chickens, he kept chickens in our small garden along with rabbits and canaries in an avairy. He would be all done up in scarf and big coat, with a lead going down garden with a light on the end, no health and safety then. The chickens were then displayed in the kitchen and all the neighbours bought one for Christmas dinner. It made up the Christmas money. I remember New Year's Eve out in the street having a good old knees up and listening to ships' horns going off at midnight at the Albert Docks. They can never recreate those days. Happy Christmas to all that remember good old East Ham.
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Also remember a kind of deli shop somewhere along the stretch of high street opposite the Cock Hotel towards the co-op that sold hot saveloy and pease pudding (can’t recall the name) mmmmm, delicious! One of the stalls in the shopping hall market sold live eels and found watching them all writhing in the tank fascinating. My mum bought one once and I have vivid memories of it not being dead when unpacked and slithering round our kitchen floor!