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Anne Mortlock commented
Please add the 70s articles
Ozzy ardiles commented
I passed my scholarship exams and when I was nearly 11, I started at the Beckenham County Grammar School as it was then called, in Copers Cope road. However as there were too many of us the first years classes were held at the Cricket Pavilion in Cater park?
I lived just inside the 5 mile limit from The School at Eden Park, which prevented my parents getting help with travel costs - so I was given a bike and everyday did the cycle ride there and back! the school moved in 1959 to Park Langley.
i used to go to Saturday morning pictures here 1n 1966 ish i lived on the lough borough estate kemble house anyone from there on this site ?
Born 1941 in Lafone House New Park Road, my first playgrounds were bomb sites of Poynders Road and around the council estates. First school Richard Atkins New Park Rd. Several jobs as a lass. Help on bread round Prices Bakers, Home Counties Dairy milk round and paper rounds for Post Office in Streatham Place and Webster's newsagent in New Park Road
First full time job Harry Brooker Butcher New Park Road. Attended cubs then scouts at St Mathias church Tulse Hill then ATC at Tulse Hill Drill Hall
does any one remember the sweet shop at 218 brixton hill , my uncle jim ralph had it lived there with his wife gladys and 3 sons, year about 1950
I'm trying to find anyone who remembers the engineering firm in Ewer Street in the Southwark district or if anyone that was there during WWII, this firm made guns during the war. My dad, Fred was there and his brother Bob Jamieson, also my grandfather Harry Mather, and his daughter Vera Mather.also Alf Legget If you remember any of these people please contact me
My Great Grandmother had two brothers who lived in Newington or Walworth, South London. This would be the area between Camberwell and Kennington to the South and The Elephant and Castle and The Borough, Southwark to the North. They were born around 1843, and lived around that area till the after 1911. They married three of Joshua Joseph Johnson's daughters, Elizabeth, Mary Ann and Frances. William Buckland first married Elizabeth, and when she died, her younger widowed sister Frances became his housekeeper, and later became his 2nd wife. William's younger brother Frederick married the other sister Mary Ann Johnson. Mary Ann died within a few years, so Frederick married an Alethea Debenham as his 2nd wife. Obviously, in those days and that family, marrying relations was a good idea. It was preferable for the husband & children after the wife or mother's death, as they already new their Aunts. The brothers both were Bakers, so perhaps the Johnson family were really impressed by their bread?
I was looking for pictures of Lewisham hospital about 1942, that was the year I got taken there, it get bombed not all of it. as this is the 70th year of NHS there must be one some where. We lived at Eliot Park the top of Lewisham Hill going up on to the Blackheath.
In the early 1950s I worked at the Central Library, Lewisham near St Mary's Church. My most vivid memories are the long working hours (difficult for the social life of a young girl) and having to manually count the 'issue' before we could go home. We were quite a happy group of young people but I do not know how many went on to become fully fledged librarians. After several years I left to pursue a successful career in children's publishing and my best friend Gerry became a probate clerk. Gerry and I once played a prank which caused quite a stir. The old library building (demolished now I suppose) had a barrel shaped roof in the main area which was glass and very dark. During a tea break in the attic staff room we discovered a door into a crawl space above this roof and went in for a look - no rules on health and safety in those days- and discovered that the glass was in fact a mosaic of coloured glass and absolutely filthy with the dust of many years. We cleaned one of the panels which I think was about 6 inches square and yellow. When we arrived the following morning Mr Smith the deputy librarian and Mr Parris (I've forgotten what his function was) were staring up and pointing at the dazzling square. No questions were asked but pretty soon the whole roof was cleaned and very handsome it looked. I wonder if there is anybody left who remembers this roof. Sadly Gerry died in 2010 and we completely lost touch with our other best friend Lionel, who I believe returned to his home in Cape Town. Another memory is Blenkharns the bakery in the row of shops beside the library and the delicious pastries we bought for tea. I also remember Mrs Fox a very old lady who was usually first in the door when the library opened in the morning, and probably came in for a nice warm place to read the paper.
I worked for a time in the Record Library which had many old shellac records and people had to carry out a big heavy pile it they borrowed a whole opera.
Hello I lived at no 10 Campbell buildings with my parents
And my 2 siblings.
We were there during the early 1960s until my parents split up and as it was a railways flat we had to move. I have a really happy childhood and was getting into
It has been very nostalgic to read all the comments.
Now one of the main reason to email the group is that during our time at CB I was
Playing with a group of kids and jumped over the walk to retrieve a ball ....
I fell Down a hole and fell onto steel reinforcing units one of the other residents
Came over the fence to help me he was able to release my leg which was scewered
To the steels and undoubtably save my leg. So thank you whoever you are.
Thanks to you I was able to make a full recovery.
The rest of the time at Cb was less dangerous .....
Kind regards all
Dave Clarke commented
Hi all. I'm delighted to find this forum. I was born in 1961 in 231 Campbell buildings in my mum's bed as were my sister and brother. The eldest 2 brothers were born elsewhere. We moved when I was 8. We must have been posh as we had a bath in the kitchen ! My dad was an electrician at Waterloo station. I can remember Bertha and Kathleen who lived upstairs, the Nutman's I think they lived downstairs, aunty Millie lived further along the block and my best friend Debbie who was older than me lived opposite. There were 5 of us kids. Anthony, Colm, Sharon, Celine and Paschal. I remember learning to ride a bike in the square, playing knock down ginger and run outs. The penny apeny tray at perdoms and Dontbe grocer. We went to st Patrick's Catholic school in Cromwell road
My Father was the Schoolkeeper at Johanna Street School up until 1969 and I wonder if anyone might have a photo of the school as my Brother cannot find one anywhere and he is desperate to find one to show me where I was born in 1966. My Father was called Reg Lyne
Julie mellor commented
Does anyone remember Daisy and Berty Bonta, they had a daughter Janice who married George Frith. They lived at 173 Campbell bdlgs. Daisys mother was also call daisy Russell and she lived in the flat above at number 193. This was in the 40.s and 50.s.
spent many long summers in Bedlam park Lido whilst at primary school getting changed under a towel cos of the holes in the woodern walls!! and the adventure playground on the big rope swing as well as the general childrens park area. Also many games of hide and seek and tag in the war museum much to the annoyance of the staff
Will walker commented
i David, I was born at home in 269 Campbell Buildings in 1964. I lived there until 69/70 (can't recall exactly) but I also went to johanna primary school and my teacher was called Josie! I used to play on the roof with my late sister Albertha.. Campbell Buildings was owned by British Rail I think, my dad was a ticket collector at Waterloo Station. So nice to read stories from my childhood and hear others talk about my nursery school
A lovely old David Greig shop sign has been revealed during a refurb of the dry cleaners at 257 Old Kent Road. Seems to have been a popular grocery chain that closed in the ‘60s, and at one point had its HQ on Waterloo Road.
Luke Murphy commented
Hello, my name is Wendy Wallace and I lived at number 65 Campbell Buildings from 1967 to 1971. Our building was the third along from Frazier Street towards Lambeth North Tube Station. I also went to Joanna School with my sister Gillian, (two years younger). My mum a single mother, was called Pruderie but everybody called her by her nickname, ‘Lulu’. Many of the people who lived there used to work for British Rail or London Transport. Some were in the armed forces. My neighbours were an Irish family. The mother’s name was Mary but I have no recollection of surnames. My mother was born in Jamaica so we were part of the London Caribbean community. They seemed to be the only people who had rowdy booze and 'whatever' parties with full blast reggae music, which I am sure used to upset the neighbours. There was a Maltese family who lived on the first floor; Vera, Brigitte Angelo, Carmello and Maria. There was a lady called Violet who lived opposite. Her son, a year younger than me, was called Tyrone. My mother used to baby-sit for him. Then there was Peggy and her two children, Paul and Donna, a boy called Roy and my Uncle Tom, his wife Roselynne and their two children, Maria and Julie.
There being no playground meant that there wasn’t much to do for children. I used to spend most of my time walking up and down the redbrick perimeter wall (which is still there) or hanging around the bins. I found a bottle of pills there once, thought they were sweets and shared them with my friends. We used to hang over the vent of the tube station, at the end of the red-brick wall or play hide and seek in the under ground car park of the office building next door to Lambeth North Tube. Extremely dangerous. When we were really bored we would run up and down the flat roof where our mothers hung their washing or climb up and down the outside of the building hanging onto the protective railings at the end of each stairway. There was only one tree. It had red berries on it but they can’t have been poisonous because many a time I had had a mouthful. Just by that tree I got my head stuck in the railings and my neighbours called the fire brigade. They cut the railings with a giant pair of pliers. What nobody knows until now is that I was just pretending to be stuck because I was so bored. When the coalmen came with there lorry loaded with sacks of coal we would pick up odd bits of coal to mark hopscotch numbers onto the cold white cemented courtyard. Nice days were when the gasman came to empty the meter. Mum would give us pennies (old pennies) or sixpences to buy sweets. I would buy a lucky bag or bazooka bubble gum in winter or a jublee in summer. Ice cream was a bit more complicated. The ice-cream van would sound its melody but before most children could run upstairs to beg tuppence from their mothers it was gone, so we used to stand around the mother’s of other children with sad looks on our faces hoping that somebody would feel sorry for us.
Wow! I remember the milkman too, although I could never remember his name.Thank you so much for reminding me. Angelo and I once stole his T-key and crashed the milk float into a wall. I remember, then, my mother being extremely upset and having to pay for the damage with her milk tokens.
I used to go to school all by myself. My mother showed me how to cross the road (with the green cross code) at the zebra crossing outside of Don’s supermarket; just the once, and that was it. Independent at the age of five. My teacher’s name was Miss Crabtree but I’m afraid I wasn’t very nice to her. If ever I get the chance I have a lot of things to apologise for.
By the way, it snowed on my fifth birthday, Christmas Day 1970, about one centimeter. My mother spent her dole money to buy me a white-specked fur coat and a hat with bobbles on it, which I dutifully lost in church at Christmas mass. I was christened on that day at St. Paul’s CE church in Brixton.
Now I live in the green countryside of northeast Italy and I often tell my friends about Campbell Buildings but they don’t believe me when I tell them that we didn’t have a bathroom. My mother used to give me a wash in a plastic bowl. We had no central heating or electric fires. There were two open fireplaces, one in the living room and one in the bedroom but I think my mother couldn’t afford coal because we had one smelly, Esso blue paraffin heater- and there was no hot water. Our flat had three rooms; living room, bedroom, kitchen and a small toilet. My memories of Campbell Buildings are bleak to say the least; black and grey with ambiguous shades of brown. From the window of the bedroom which I shared with my mum and my half sister, I could see the hundred or so windows of the next building, about fifty yards away. Not a shade of green in sight. On bonfire night many of our neighbours would go up onto the roof to see the fireworks
Andy Cooke commented
Glad to see this great site up and running again. My nan is Pat Nolan and we grew up in Bermondsey in the 60's and lived in Abbey Buildings (Irish railway workers housing), Abbey Street. I have so many happy memories of my childhood there but too many to mention. I went to St Josephs Primary School then onto St Michaels School just across the road from St Josephs. My main memories of growing up in Bermondsey was when as kids we were always having fun and getting up to mischief, mainly 'knock round ginger'! I had a paper round from the corner paper shop on the junction of Abbey Street and Tower Bridge Road
Simon Morris commented
The picture of 92 Swan Mead is where my Nan Kate Oliver, my aunt Mary & uncle Stan use to live.
My nan, Kate McDonald, (Oliver) was born in Bermondsey in April 1884 in Stanworth Street. She had 3 sisters: Mary, Charlotte (known as Georgina) and Annie. She moved to Hargreave Square when she married in 1901 as did her sister Mary, who was also married and had the surname Lynch.
Nan married Ernest Edward Oliver, who was known as Albert for some unknown reason. (They had 8 children): Kate (married Jimmy Kelly), Sarah Anne (known as Annie, who married Robert Hamilton), Albert John Oliver (known as John, who married Katie Everittt), William James Oliver (known and Billy, who married Elsie Dawdry), Edward J Oliver (known as Teddy, who married Doris Mitchell - known as Dolly), Henry Oliver (known as Harry, who married Carry Mason) and Stanley and Mary Oliver both of whom remained single. The family moved to Swan Mead as the children got older and my grandparents eventually split up.
Every time you went into Nan’s house in Swan Mead you could smell the Beetroots cooking in the boiler, as I have said she and Uncle Stanley had a salad stall all week down the Tower Bridge Road. My Nan was a large lady, who had a chair with arms on either side, unfortunately she also had sugar diabetes and I can remember her injecting herself with insulin. Nan's sister Mary lived in Creasy Estate, Aberdour Street married name being Lynch. If my memory serves me right some of the Lynch family immigrated to Australia maybe in the late
Nan,Stan & Mary's home at 92 Swan Mead..jpg
92 SWAN MEAD.
50s early 60s.I can remember most of my mum’s (Sarah Anne Hamilton) brothers and sisters especially Kate who married Jimmy Kelly and lived in Eltham Street. I went to secondary school with both Michael and Terry Kelly at John Harvard in Union Street, Borough, that’s after I got expelled from Riley Road School TBR but that’s another story. We also went to Patricia Kelly’s wedding but I can’t remember the year.