16 Highfield Road
A Memory of Woodford Bridge.
I too new Mr Wernink from the bridge mission, after a dip with my friend Evelin in the Hollow Ponds, I was attending a scout meeting at Snakes Lane when I experienced the most horrendous back pain which was diagnosed as Infantile paralysis, now known as Polio. When I came out of Waltham Abbey Isolation Hospital complete with body irons, Mr Wernink organised rehabilitation accommodation for me in Harwich which lasted a couple of months. The very basic accommodation was with a fantastic family named Davies who gave me no pity which at the time I thought was horrible and cruel, but in hindsight was very very good as it made me resolve to get better without them. We kept in touch for several years, but as I recovered and they got older we lost touch. I am now 77 years old and partially disabled through a stroke, I live in Suffolk alone so unfortunately have too many hours to reminisce . I would love be in touch with someone of a similar era. Alan.
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Yvonne Smith
The mission you mention was that the one in CANFIELD ROAD, I use to go there also. I remember so well the magic lantern shows on Sunday afternoons, and the little stamp like stickers you were given for attending..
I knew a Cecil Bedford in the Bridge also, Dicky Mason, Peter Watkins and quite a few of the Dr. Bernardo boys, we all went to Ray Lodge in Snakes Lane where Mr. Moss was the head and later to St. Barnabas where strict but fair, Colonel Branston was Head
The mission run by Mr. Wernick had nothing to do with Canfield Hall, that was run by a Dr. Smith. I went to the mission a couple of times but my main Sunday School was at Canfield Road.
My Father worked for London General later to become London Transport and as a matter of interest, if you go into the Memories of EPPING page you will see a photo of the High Street in which there is a No.10a bus of exactly the type in which my Father learned to drive, in fact that could even be the very bus, have a read of it'd destination board and you'll see the journey it made with passengers sat on wooden seats, was far greater than London buses do today.
Write again later, cheers for now Frank................
Norman