Ruskin Avenue

A Memory of Waltham Abbey.

I was born there in 1947 when my mum was visiting her family. My folks met at the Sun Inn in 1944 when my dad was stationed nearby. They were married in the abbey in 1946 and her maiden name was Wackett, by name and nature as I and my brother found out if we failed to toe the line. We lived in Sussex and visited three or four times a year, at the bottom of the garden was a field which I understand is now occupied by flats. Ruskin Ave was the only road that I'd ever seen a horse and cart delivering milk, or anything else for that matter. After my grandparents died the visits tailed off and we only went back for the funerals of my aunt and uncle though I did return once to visit the abbey and their graves in Sewardson Rd cemetery when driving by on business.