A World So Far From 2012 It Hurts To Think About It!

Your opening words above, could have been me writing. I grew up there and had to leave when I was 19 in 1954 and I regretted it ever since. The biggest mistake of my life. I have never completely settled anywhere else, but I know it would not be the same now so I will just treasure my memories.

Hi.Noel. Interesting to read your comments although posted some years ago. I worked in welling about 1960-62 I worked the the co-op store in the men's wear dept. So many good memories. If only we could re-live those days. So many live with only the thought of old age and death. I however found a real basis for hope in the bible, that God is going to remove those who cause the trouble times we live in, and transform the earth to be a paradise, forfilling his original purpose that humans should life together in peace under his rulership. So as we are very near to the time, we can look forward to returning the days of our youth and begin making new lasting memories. Sadly many do not share this hope, but over 8 million earth wide do. Love to hear from you. Peter Harris.

My Father, Edward (Ted) Wheeler grew up in Welling with his sister Josephine and parents Edward and Myrtle; he was born in 1935 and lived in Cramond Avenue, which was part of the old 'Hutments' prefab accommodation. Some roads in the area kept their names after the 'huts' were demolished and redevelopment took place in the late 50s. Bruce Road (now Bruce Close), Douglas Road, Kay Street and Stuart Road (now Stuart Close).

I would love to hear any memories of the Hutments area, or indeed anyone who may have known the Wheeler Family whilst growing up in Welling during the 40's and 50s. I know that my dads father was a general labourer in 1935, but have been unable to trace any details.

Comments to both Peter Harris and Jelsa (above)

Certainly Welling in the 1950's had something intangible only experiential. I knew it at the time and but for circumstances beyond my control in the early sixties I would never have left it. It was a horrendous mistake for me at least. Not to say that life has since been meaningless (43 years in Australia and 13 years in the US thus far) have produced seven children that would otherwise never have existed and they are everything. But if I could wake up tomorrow morning in our wonderful home at 85 Danson Crescent and discover the last 57 years were but a dream, I would have double the memories. Still waiting to see that last episode of Quatermass and the Pit!