Tooting
A Memory of Streatham.
wonderful memories of growing up in tooting. I was born in 1939 and can vaguely remember the end of the war. I remember the rationing, and often wonder how our parents managed, I was one of four, so often had hand me down clothes, I remember the rag and bone man that came round the streets with his horse and cart and we would hide because the one that was available had to follow the horse with a shovel and a bucket until it did its business, good for the roses my father would say. Tooting was a lovely place, there was a horse trough outside the Kings Head public house although it wasn't used in my time. Wonderful memories of sunny summer days spent on Tooting Bec common, walking from Tooting Bec road right through to Bedford Hill in Balham where the swing were. and swimming at the Lido, I could go on forever
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