A Hazy Glimpse Of Times Gone Past

A Memory of Wokingham.

Where the houses come out, by the bus was a shoe shop owned by two sisters, a really old fashioned one that looked like time stood still when you went in, coming back the other way, if you walked along, was the blacksmith, this was Dick Francis, the author's father, then across the road (the one leading to the cinema) coming back further, were houses that overhung the road, Elizabethan type, then a little lane and two houses, my gran & grandad Emma and John Asker lived in the first one, then the alms houses on the corner, where they ended their days, this was the corner of London Road, across one way, All Saints Church where they were laid to rest, and the other The Ship Ashore, grandad's local.
This site brings back so many memories, I could write a book.
Joyce