Garvan Road

A Memory of Fulham.

I lived at what I think was 74 or 73 Garvan Road in the late 1950s early 1960s. My dad owned the house and we had a family living upstairs and I recall their surname was Parsons. Next door was a friend of mine and his name was Jonny Douglas. Our house backed onto Laundry Road which was a dead end. We mostly played in Laundry Road. I can remember going along the back of the houses in the summer where we brought toffee apples from the back of a house owned by an old woman. When looking out from her garden, across the path, you looked at a long bomb site where we would build camps, fires and have our annual bonfire. Lots and lots of good and bad memories but it always seemed like summer. My dad took me to craven cottage when I was six years old, I now live partly in Spain and Wiltshire but still support the whites. I could go on and on about that period but I will leave it at that.