It Was Different Then!
A Memory of Slough.
I lived in the house at the back of the picture in the 1950s. The small upstairs window at the front was my bedroom. In the winter my mum sent me across to Mr. Davey the greengrocer (next to the post office) for wooden orange boxes I chopped up for firewood. The old allotments next door is where my mates and I had our camp. On Saturdays we would cycle into Slough and had been known to let off stink bombs in Woolworths. It was all good clean, harmless fun.
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