Blue Lamp, Buses And A Broken Arm

A Memory of South Harefield.

Used to wait for a trolley bus here which took the family to see Granny and Grandpa at Winchmore Hill. Always great excitement. Remember waiting here for my father to return from a builders' trip to Rotterdam - wonderful to see his face
in the bus window - probably from Liverpool Street station on the 38 bus.

Remember standing in the queue at the cinema. It was my treat for having taken the scholarship. I so wanted to see the Blue Lamp, but the queue was too long and we couldn't get in. And, in case you're interested (not a lot, I hear you say!) I fell down outside the Albert pub and broke my arm. This caused great merriment among the family because I was only 10 years old at a time and couldn't have
been "boozing"!

The photo looking down Old Church Road shows the fence of the cemetery on the left where the Kray brothers and mother are buried. On the right, the turning is Priory Avenue where I was born and lived until 1954. Used to stand in the garden and watch flying bombs heading towards St. Paul's Cathedral - it was better for us than the ones coming overhead!