Home From 55 To 64
A Memory of Romford.
Mawney Road School 55
Pettits Lane 55 to 59
Married 64 at Good Shepherd Church
Mildmay Road and Oaks Avenue
Worked at Grenvilles Men's Clothing on the Eastern Avenue
Maiden Name Cummings
Loved my teenage years. Enjoyed school, teachers I remember are Miss Henn MrsHounsell Mrs Rogers Nimbus dance hall every Sat night, Wykham Hall next to St Edwards Church, dancing of course! Loved RaphaelsPark in the summer. Collier row shops and Cinema a great favourite. My best friend lived in Redriff Road. I have lived in Ilford, Gidea Park Clacton and now Southend Essex since1980
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We moved to Aveley Rd and my siblings had left their Pettits Lane School days behind them. My sis worked at Plesseys.
I remember at five years of age, clutching Mum's hand as we walked up the High St toward Western Avenue to start school at Saint Mary's Convent. My first friend was Mary Jones, a sweet gentle girl. The nuns were kind and started my lifelong love affair of reading, writing plus an interest in spirituality. Sisters Xavier and Dymphna loved their motor cycle and side car. What a site! Veils flapping around huge grins!
There were secular teachers there too and one MISS M (who shall remain nameless) was unnecessarily spiteful. She'd pull my arm and pinch me black and blue. The nuns though we're like angels and I thought they didn't have legs, that they traveled under some mystical power!
My dad had a greyhound who'd raced at "the dogs" he had a chequered career I think.
I loved those first six years of my life in Romford. The family worked for Grandfather who owned a builders merchant at the end of Aveley Rd just a few doors from home. He'd give me chocolate left over from the war...never one to waste anything! It was mottled cream and brown but tasted so good? I'm glad I didn't know those homely, happy cuddly days of my loving brother Mick would soon be gone forever as sadly some of my family decided to live between Australia and England so my life was very unsettled as was my schooling.
At age 14 I returned to Romford but it was for a sad reason as my dear mum died suddenly in Adelaide, South Australia at 51 years of age. She'd been so very homesick that Dad sent her body back and we followed. She was buried in her family's plot at the church in Hornchurch but due to delays out of my father's control, we missed her funeral. Dad married within a year and returned to Aus. I met my wonderful husband at Liberty Square Romford in 1972. Though we didn't marry eachother but other people and both marriages failed. We met one another again and it was meant to be as we're growing old contentedly together. Our life is filled with laughter despite occasional serious health scares. After living in Australia most of my life, I now at 62, live at Walton on the Naze as Romford was way out of my reach when we returned ( at ages 53 and 55) price wise sadly!. Still married. And happy. And all because I was born in Romford.
We moved to Aveley Rd and my siblings had left their Pettits Lane School days behind them. My sis worked at Plesseys.
I remember at five years of age, clutching Mum's hand as we walked up the High St toward Western Avenue to start school at Saint Mary's Convent. My first friend was Mary Jones, a sweet gentle girl. The nuns were kind and started my lifelong love affair of reading, writing plus an interest in spirituality. Sisters Xavier and Dymphna loved their motor cycle and side car. What a site! Veils flapping around huge grins!
There were secular teachers there too and one MISS M (who shall remain nameless) was unnecessarily spiteful. She'd pull my arm and pinch me black and blue. The nuns though we're like angels and I thought they didn't have legs, that they traveled under some mystical power!
My dad had a greyhound who'd raced at "the dogs" he had a chequered career I think.
I loved those first six years of my life in Romford. The family worked for Grandfather who owned a builders merchant at the end of Aveley Rd just a few doors from home. He'd give me chocolate left over from the war...never one to waste anything! It was mottled cream and brown but tasted so good? I'm glad I didn't know those homely, happy cuddly days of my loving brother Mick would soon be gone forever as sadly some of my family decided to live between Australia and England so my life was very unsettled as was my schooling.
At age 14 I returned to Romford but it was for a sad reason as my dear mum died suddenly in Adelaide, South Australia at 51 years of age. She'd been so very homesick that Dad sent her body back and we followed. She was buried in her family's plot at the church in Hornchurch but due to delays out of my father's control, we missed her funeral. Dad married within a year and returned to Aus. I met my wonderful husband at Liberty Square Romford in 1972. Though we didn't marry eachother but other people and both marriages failed. We met one another again and it was meant to be as we're growing old contentedly together. Our life is filled with laughter despite occasional serious health scares. After living in Australia most of my life, I now at 62, live at Walton on the Naze as Romford was way out of my reach when we returned ( at ages 53 and 55) price wise sadly!. Still married. And happy. And all because I was born in Romford.
Tony Granados