My Place Of Birth

A Memory of South Ockendon.

I was born in one of those prefabs halfway down on the righthand side, number twenty three in fact. My mum and dad must have thought they`d gone to heaven, moving from a blitzed east end tenemant with a shared outside toilet to a detached "bungalow" with its own facilities and garden
I remember the road just as in the picture: empty of cars. My dad was one of the first to get a car, well a van in fact, a Ford 100e. He bought a bench seat out of a trolley bus in a scrap yard to put in the back so he could take the family out.