Harlow, Town Station c.1960
Photo ref:
H22080
Photo ref:
H22080
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The station is just a few yards from the site of the little gas-lit halt of Burnt Mill. Until 1960 the first New Town settlers used the halt, huddling in a tiny porter's hut on cold mornings, warmed by a small coal stove. It was demolished in 1960.
An extract from Harlow Town and City Memories.
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We moved to Harlow from Leyton shortly after Queen Elizabeth’s coronation. We were all given a commemorative book. Our house was in a row which was completed; the rest was a huge building site - magic for exploring kids!
I knew Diane Crouch who has written on this site. I went to Broadfields and Netteswell when they were built, but first had to go to Tanys Dell school and then was in the new group for ...see more
I used to spend many an hour in Startime with headphones on listening to what was new. In 69 I went there on my dinnertime from Gilbey's to buy the new Stones album Let It Bleed. There was a queue right round the Market Square doing the same thing. Unbelievable but I got a copy. And I used my paper round money in about 63 to buy a 5 speed racer from Blakes. It was 5 bob a week total cost £16 which was quite a bit then as my dad was on about a fiver a week
In the extreme mid right of the photo one can see the gates to the firm where I did my apprenticeship almost 60 years ago. I wish I had some photos of the firm itself. Brings back many happy memories.
I went to old Harlow College during the war. I remember walking across the fields to Harlow Mill where us boys used to swim. It was a very strict college with prefects. It was run on the style of the Cambridge University. I was what they called a fag ie I looked after one of the prefix. We had a tuckshop in the playground I was not a border because I lived at Thornwood Epping A place called ...see more
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