Title: Southwark & Bermondsey news.
Other Titles: Variant Title: Southwark and Bermondsey news
Key Title: Southwark and Bermondsey news
Subjects: Southwark (London, England) -- Newspapers;
Dewey: 072.164
Rights: Terms governing use: British Library not licensed to copy
Publication Details: [London] : Southwark and Bermondsey News
Language: English
Place Name: England London Southwark.
Identifier: ISSN 0966-5226; System number: 013919772
Related Titles: Earlier Title: Bermondsey news 6 Oct.1987-21 July 1988
Later Title: Southwark news no.138- (14 Jan 1993-) 1744-9340
Notes: Microfilm.
Creation Date: 1988
Holdings Notes: Newspapers :4 Aug.1988-31 Dec.1992.
Shelfmark(s): General Reference Collection 1988-1992 Microform. MFM.SP2204
UIN: BLL01013919772

Hi. My family have lived in Peckham for over 60 years, and originally lived in Sunwell Street. My father, uncle and aunts attended John Donne and later Peckham Manor and Peckham Girls respectively. My dad used to tell me how great Peckham used to be and how magical christmas was at Jones & Higgins. It'd be nice to hear from anybody who knows or remebers us

Your memories are are so good. When you Mentioned Edwoods cycles my Dad was a copper there and knew Des Edwoods and gave me a job there in the 60’s and I got all my bikes through them. The time me and brother spent outside the Nag’s Head with a bottle of coke and a pack of crisps. Those fun times.

I lived in Camberwell from 1944 until when I married in 1964.
There remains a small terrace of seven houses in Grove Lane called ‘Grove Lane Terrace’; they were built in the 1920s. My family has deeper roots than Grove Lane as my mother was born and lived Wells Crescent and my father lived in Vestry Road until they married.
My grandfather told me that, when he was a boy, the land that the terrace was built on had been an orchard.
Just before my fifth birthday I started school at Dog Kennel Hill in the pre-school class. One of my memories from this time is, in the summer, sleeping on small fold up beds laid out on the grass in, what was then, the front of the school, beside the hill.
At that time the trams passed by on the main road so if, or how, we slept I have no idea. J
I was baptised in St Giles as an infant. When I was old enough I was taken to St Giles’ Sunday school and then, again when I was old enough – I think 7, I became a chorister in St Giles’ Choir. The choirmaster and organist at the time was R J Crickmer who had retired as Headmaster of Brunswick Park Primary School.
In 1952 I joined the Wolf Cub Pack of the 23rd Camberwell (St Giles) Scout Group. This had started out as the 109th South London in 1914 and in May 2014 we celebrated our centenary. For the Centenary I republished a little book, the history of the first 60 years that had been written by Guvna (Henry W Pearson) as part of the 60th Anniversary. (Note copies of this book, including group pictures up to date, are on sale now: all proceeds to 23rd Group funds – please contact the writer)
In 1952 the wolf cub pack met in St Giles small hall (now C.A.C.) and the Scout Troop in the main hall – St Giles Parish Hall - both still there in Benhill Road.
Life appeared to be much safer for children in my early years; at a very young age I was sent, (or allowed) to go, to buy the bread from Muhl’s the bakers just down the road on the corner of the Grove Lane (The Lane) and Daneville Rd
Mr Muhl opened another shop on Coldharbour Lane; just down the lane from Muhl’s was the butchers; We also bought from Edwards the Butchers, in Camberwell New Rd.; they MADE their own sausages and fagots, cooked meats, processed, other associated products like braun etc on the premises.
Further down the lane and around the corner into Church Street (to the left) was first the green grocer and fruiterers, then the Police Station and then the feed shop; here we bought feed for the chickens and hay for the rabbits, dog biscuits, from sacks, and biscuits for ourselves.
Further along were the banks: Westminster and on the opposite corner with Wren Road was Lloyds Bank, where Grandad banked; in my memory next was the Joe Lyons Café.
Now you were almost in Denmark Hill with the taxi rank and phone in the middle of the road; over to your right “the Green” with the, now replaced, steel railings, which had been removed during the war.
Returning to the foot of the lane and on right hand corner (Lane and Church St.) was ‘The Co-op’; The very next shop to the Co-op in Church Street was another ‘grocers’ I think it was S W Frosts, and here they sold the same things as the co-op but the shop was larger and the arrangement was such that on the left as you entered was the dairy etc counter and on the right the dry goods counter.
I remember lugging potatoes from the shop in Church Street or the stall in D’Eyns Road opposite the oil shop . When paraffin was not delivered it had to be collected from the oil shop on the corner of Camberwell Green and D’Eyns (prn. Danes) Road (now demolished);
Up the Lane (Grove Lane) after you had crossed the railway, where Champion Park meets the lane, there was a small row of shops. A hair dressers, a green grocers, the ‘sweet shop’, Franklin’s, and the United Dairies a wall and then next up was an off licence and then across the road into Canning Cross was the William Canning Pub. Further up from there was the Post Office.
I was given my first bike at 11, bought from Edwardes (still there) in Camberwell Road (called the Walworth Road as it led into it) Later I bought alloy wheels for it from the bike stall in East Street market
This brought to mind the fact that we often went to East Street Market on Sunday; here were all kinds of stalls and shops; there was the eel and pie shop on the main drag where we bought pie, mash and peas, boiled eels, again with mash or jellied eels – wonderful for Sunday lunch; There was the stall where we bought glasses of hot sarsaparilla in winter; the pet stall – stalls selling anything that you can imagine and the market ‘auctions’ where the guys would sell from a lorry standing up high holding the item for sale shouting “am I asking £10, am I asking £5, no give me a pound and this is yours”.
W H Smiths in Denmark Hill Station. The main station building is as it was but now a pub with a much smaller modern attachment with ticket machine behind.

HI there I am trying to trace Mr & Mrs Hughesdon, who lived at 36 Basingstoke House Peckham SE15 in 1952 I would really like to contact them . If anyone can help, please let me know.

I grew up in Cator Street Peckham. I lived there with my mum, dad and brother until I was eight. I’m looking for my friend Linda Sycamore. We went to school every morning together. My surname was White then. I would love to catch up with her. She lived in the same road a few doors down on the opposite side to me. She had a sister.

Important area of east London please add

Please add more details great paper

Great local paper from the late 1980s

Our heritage should be put on line

Add 1988-1998

Anyone Remember
Does anyone remember headquarters and general supplies at loughborough junction ?

I was born in Nunhead in 1941.Athenlay Road was pretty much a middle class area at that time.

I was born in nunhead in 1939,lived in barest road,nunhead,i survived the bombing years,was avacuated for a while,then returned to hide in the Anderson shelter in our back garden,went to holidale road school,then on to Peckham rye secondry,i knew everyone in our street,and along nunhead lane,there was mrs cheese the paper shop,charley morgons the second hand cloathing shop,toms café,the pet shop,the bombsite next to the doctors,drapers the cloaths shop,kimbles the kemist,ayres the bakers,the wet fish shop,wilcoxes the greengrocers,cutlers the sweetshop,the bookies,the oil shop,and the 3 pubs pryo,nuns head,man of kent,the salvation army,i could go on all day,so many wonderfull memories,all changed now,its all lost, never be the same again ever,

I was born in 1950 St Giles Hospital and my family lived on Farmer's Road, Camberwell. I moved away many years ago and sadly from what I have researched the road no longer exists, or at least part of it. We lived at number 137 and from what I could see it had been demolished. Our family name was Kench.

Wayne’s comment made me re-read my piece and I was driven to expand. This is St Gile’s Church. My parents were baptised and married here in 1937 and I was baptised and then confirmed by Mervyn Stockwood here. To our right was the Vicarage and its’ garden which was sold to ‘the Americans’ by Revd John Nicholls in the 60s, demolished stone by stone and exported to be replaced by the flats within which is the 23rd Camberwell Scouts’ HQ. As I said I was sent to Sunday school in St Giles; I remember Fr Dampier one of the clergy when Cannon H Frank Bishop was Vicar. When I was 7 I joined St Giles’ Choir; at that time all choristers were male – we boys with a number of men to provide the other three parts. I sang many solos when I became leader; my time in the choir ended when my voice started to break at about 14 then I became a server. By that time I had learnt to ring the bells; I got the Scout badge for doing so. So on Sundays I would ring and then run down the steps in the spiral staircase (you can see to the left of the north transept) through the church and into the vestry rushing to get changed into my cassock (with all 39 buttons) , alb, amice and girdle while the priest in charge said the preparatory prayers! Phew! – I still ring but in Devon and am no longer (mostly) in a rush! I have mentioned Wolf Cubs, Scouts but not yet Seniors and Rovers – this was before 1966 - all a long time ago. To the left of this picture were and are the flats that front Peckham Road and to our left behind us are the two church halls where the Guides and Scouts met as mentioned in my other piece. I am also still an adult in Scouting! As a member of St Giles Youth Club we ‘excavated’ the crypt which had many coffins in various states of repair. Most of these were removed, others bricked in, and we cleaned and painted it all making a small chapel; the brass candle sticks were removed from my (or rather my mother’s) piano and I fixed them to the wall above the little altar and we celebrated the mass. Later the entrance and steps down from the front north porch (you can see in the picture) of the church were built and it became a ‘drop in’ centre - way ahead of its’ time. The crypt is still there and open though looking very different from my memory. My wife and I met in St Giles Youth Club and I was best man for my best friend and his wife, also a friend, when they were married in St Giles. My wife and I were married in Sussex; she had moved away. St Giles was a ‘training church’ and we always had 2, 3 or 4 clergy deacons; I remember Frs MacGregor, MacLean, and other names will come back. Miss Paul looked after them all in the vicarage. When JN arrived we had a big event in the garden where Acker Bilk and his band played his stick of liquorice and I looked after their wives with drinks and bits in the front room of the Vicarage that was normally occupied by Revd (later Canon) Patrick Appleford when he was working at the 20th Century Church Light Music Group. We youngsters spent many hours in that room with him playing the grand piano (his?) and singing the news from the papers to plain song or to psalmic melodies; he also did this at home on ‘my’ piano! I served him (and others) at mass many times – he did 0600 on Saturdays which I served and then rushed (cycled) off to work in Peckham. I was invited to take holy orders but I was too much a sinner! I still have my faith.

When I was quite young my grandfather would take me up to Ruskin Park when he went to bowl and I would sit on one of the seats, I guess to the right of this picture. Unlike the other comment I did not try to put them off - there is NO 'run up' BTW you are thinking about cricket - indeed I was shown what to do and how to do it. Here I learnt that the balls were neither round nor weighted a fact that I have ever after found hard to believe. I do not know what happened to grandad's woods – they were made of wood - when he died. Maybe he had already given them away - but I doubt it! Why did I go? Well either during or after he would buy me an ice cream

Hi My name is Karen, I was born in 1962 in guys hospital and lived in a top floor flat in Gloucester Grove with my mum and Dad Doreen and Terry Stevens. Not sure what number because sadly my mum passed away. I do remember a grand piano being on the landing and it belonging to Miss Gutteridge who owned the large Victorian house. I remember a young boy called Ian who lived next door and a couple called Maud and Arthur. I do remember going to a school nearby and we used to sleep in the afternoon on camp beds and my bed had a picture of a sun and my brothers had a lion. I do know we moved out when they were going to pull down the houses and we were moved to Lewisham. Can someone tell me the name of the school and also if they have recollections of sleeping in the afternoon 😊 and maybe a picture of Gloucester grove and the school would be good

St.Francis School Peckham
I was at this catholic school from 1953 to 1956 and wondered if anyone from that era had memories of the teachers or Headmaster? This was the school where I decided I was going to do nursing. Names I recall are Margaret Reardon, Kathleen Tarrant.. The teachers who inspired me were Miss Manzi, Mr.Murphy and Mr.Goddard. Would love to hear other memories from that time.

Hi I used to live on Sunwell street , Peckham back in early 60,s to 70’s . My dad’s name was Kenneth Burns . If anyone remembers him then do get in contact here