Important Notice Regarding Delivery:
We have been advised by Royal Mail & Parcelforce that their delivery services will be disrupted by industrial action on the following dates: Friday 30th September 2022 and Saturday 1st October 2022 so this is going to disrupt the delivery of some orders.
Gillingham In The Forties
A Memory of Gillingham.
I lived in Medway Road from 1934-1956. I also remember the doodle bugs (as did Gordon Savage, I remember him), the dockyard heavy guns, and school. I was due to start school on the day war started and finally went to Richmond Road Infants two years later. All the teachers were evacuated with the local area evacuees so there was no one to teach us. I went for 1 hour, then 2 hours, an afternoon, and finally all day. When the air raid siren sounded we were allowed to go home, if we could get there in a very short time. My gran lived in Richmond Road so I always went back to her and her Morrison shelter. I also remember lorries coming so that people who had been unable to have a bath or shower could do so. I remember going in one once, and getting into loads of trouble from mum. I really don't know how we learnt anything. I am hoping to revisit Gillingham later in the year but I don't think I will recognise it, I think I will have to buy a map. I remember all the cimemas; The Embassy later Odeon,The Palace, the Majestic, the Ritz, the Regent, The Picture House, The National, The Plaza and The Grand. At the Grand you could catch the films which you missed everywhere else but I don't think it had any ventilation and between films they had to open the doors and spray something around. I remember my first ice cream after the war. We went to the cafe at the Strand, it was like frozen cloudy water, very different from the Lyons cornets (vanilla or strawberry) which you could buy in Woolworths for 2d when war started. Does anyone else remember the fish man who came round on Sunday mornings, on his tricycle selling cockles, winkles and shrimps etc..which you could buy by the pint. A favourite place for playing was in Duke Street, where there was a wonderful wall at the back of Akehurst's coal merchants stables. You could bounce balls against it as long as you wanted to, and the only animal disturbed was the horse. We also played all sorts of games on the tank traps at the bottom of the street by the dockyard wall. We also scrumped walnuts from the orchards at the bottom of the street. I could reminisce for hours ...I now live in Torquay, but am looking forward to coming back, trying to find familiar places and boring my offspring with memories. Joan Lemar(nee Tims)