High Rise

A Memory of Brentford End.

I moved to the high rise flats in 1972 and was glad to get one. The flats was new and had a lady to clean the stairs and front entrance every day. That would be hard to find today a cleaner to do that. the flats was 22 stories high. I was only on the 5th floor. The lifts didn't work in the power cut of the seventies, so I always walk up and down after one day when the lift door opened and the lift wasn't there, just a big hole. we all helped each other with taking shopping and children up when the lifts wasn't working. After school I took my children to the park to be out in the fresh air. You could hear noise from the other flats if there was banging going on. I like the young girls my age that lived there with their young children to. There was a person who would put her little child in the lift to go down on his own to play and someone had to press his button in the lift for him to go home as he couldn't reach it. That also wouldn't happen to day.