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Hi usedtobebritish. You were born in Dulwich Hospital, but lived at 44 Talfourd Road in Peckham S.E 15. I know it well near the the blind school. .Hi Alan . See picures att. Thisj is Dulwich Village about 1953 The old Lonndon tram along the road from your home. Th tram to Peckham Rye

I had my TV aerial come down, cost ?105.00 to supply new one and fit within two hours of phoning him. The large Apple tree with three varieties on it is leaning over next doors fence it will have to be cut back when it gets a bit dryer. I am thankful that I got off so well, with no water in the house, but the back door is swollen and hard to close. Many did not do so well.

Have you looked under the hob there could be some thing dislodged or disconected, I seem to remember that you were having your vent changed is it clear and extracting. You can buy a gas detector not a smoke alarm. This one costs about ?11

The Building between the two Bridges opposite the station also beolnged to Holdrons, it was used by the NAFFI during the war, as there was large areas behind the building. then owned by C & A.

Bring back the Trams

Next to Holdrons by the railway arch used to be one of those Lyons Tea rooms, a smaller version of the Corner House Resturants, or a cup of tea from the Mobile Lyon's tea van, on Peckham Rye. Opposite White Horse Nigel Road. You could even get a free cup of coffee, look at the top of van.

My sister a seemstress worked in the clothing alterations dept, and often altered wedding dresses. I understand that many needed to be let out at the weaist to allow to fit in the coming weeks. Rye Lane 1950

I liked the old stores.

When the great Fire Started at the Crystal Palace in 1936 I wanted to go up Collage Road but there was this Toll Gate. The woman wanted to charge me two pennies, I thought this was a liberty as I only had a Penny Farthing. I had to go the long way.

They are both built by the same person. So you will find a lot of us there, There was another one nunheadforum but this has now been deleted.

Watching Haley?s Funeral on Coronation Street. Reminds me of a Funeral for one of my Old Comrades Cremated last year, his Coffin was made to look like one of the Army Tanks he recovered as a REME Fitter. None of the Mourners followed the Hearse to the Crematorium, we just looked as it headed by the person who organized the funeral until it turned the corner out of sight. I think that my selection might give some thought to the Bearers as to if they would like to carry it. It certainly would cause a problem at the Cremation.

You might be interested in this website the owner family worked at the Everoak Factory. http://www.camberwellboroughcouncil.co.uk/prefabs

I have been looking at the site, it is possible to click on any of the 1900 years there to see what happened that year, I looked on 1931 but could not find my birthday. I did find a Pathe film 1950 of an army Parade in Germany that I was in.

The picture is not of 6 Goodrich Road, I lived on that block most of my life. There was a Builders yard named Hine & Son that was got to from Landcroft Road' I went to Heber Road school with the son.

Thoughts return to haunt me. I was driving behind another tank, at speed down a narrow main street of a remote German village, I was startled to see a cloud of leaves sent up from the road, some coming in through my visor (Window), I realized that these leaves were in fact placed onto the road using petals, leaves, twigs to form a large Mosaic these had been grown in gardens tended and picked in bags to keep for the Mosaic, that the women and children were patiently lying in place to reform flower's and plants, the twin rear exhaust pipes of the Cromwell Tank were now blasting them from the display, and destroying hours of work. There had been many Mosaics measuring about four metres by four, along the road one outside each house. It was not up to me to do anything to stop, as all my orders came from the Tank Commander up above me, giving me directions over the earphones I was wearing, I could only carry those orders out. I later found out that it was the annual Festival of Thanksgiving for the years Harvest. I still feel guilty for that, although I could do nothing to change it. Strange how a memory stays with you as this was over sixty years ago.

There were many who worked away from their place of employment, those that reported to the Dairy Distribution Depot in Melbourne Grove on the corner of Lordship Lane was the shop of United Dairies, the milk was brought to the Depot in churns to be bottled into wide necked glass bottles, of a pint or Quart ( 2 pints ) and loaded into galvanised steel crates then onto one of the dozen or so red horse drawn Carts, the horse once arriving at the round of the milkman would follow along after the milkman passed from door to door. They had trained to stop each time clear of the tracks of the passing trams. Another Dairy Depot was Hill?s Dairy in Hindman?s Road here they used small box Green vehicles electric controlled by the milkman using a steering arm the cart followed him along the road, Later the Dairy was bought out by Home Counties Dairies Ltd. Our milkman came right into put the bottles at the from door and take away the empty ones.

A ring on the bell. There is a way of sorting out the callers to your front door, most come uninvited hoping for the chance of getting some work, some try the old trick of telling you have tiles loose on your roof, and they will repair them for a very high price, you can tell that there is no name on their van so they don't want to be traced. The last one said he was going to put up his ladder to show me, I said if you do I will pull the ladder down, and phone the police I have already written your van number down. Every other caller is claiming to be a tree surgeon, and will cut your trees for you, seeing that they only have a small van it is most unlikely that they could take away the cuttings anyway. The chap today claimed to be a tree surgeon, I asked him if he had any proof, and pointed to one of my tall Yucca trees and asked him to name it, he replied it was a wood tree, I said you must be joking. These trees are now in bloom with the tall flower, how would he cut this back at this time of the year? He started laughing, I said I don't think I can use you. Thank You. He had obviously had a good look into my hallway because he said of my full scale stuffed toy dog sitting there ? That dog looks real? ?I said it is real its only waiting for me to tell him to get you? The latest scam is for the caller to show you a file of pencil drawings that they claim to have made, these reproduced from the Internet are all A4 size, and too precise to be real, and there is no impression of a pencil on the back of the paper. They want ?10.00 each.

An extra thought for you. How do you type a Tick or correction mark into a message? As the tick has no key. Like this ✔ I can't send the code as it will show as a tick. so the only way to give you the code is to tell you the keys to hit. The and sign,Hash,number one,zero.zero, zero, number 4, dot over comer

Yes I could apply for a disabled Pass but I am not Registered Disabled, and so long as I can do without I will, there are more needy than myself. I do not claim for any other things other than my state pension. My thought for today. I wonder how elderly people used to get their shopping home, I used to go to the Superstore to try to select items that I could afford such as cheapies, these are mainly out of reach, very high up or bottom shelf being unable to see if there is any left at the back I ask another shopper if they would look for me. It is hard to place my Zimmer in front of me and pulling the trolley along the isles. Eventually having to curtail my shopping as the trolley becomes to heavy. 1. The handling of the items over and over adds up. So I select from the shelf to put in trolley. 2. At the cash point place the items on conveyor belt, not very quickly as I have a problem holding them, much to the annoyance of the following customers. 3. Take the items from the conveyor and put in trolley again, I have to refuse the carrier bags as I cant lift a full bag. 4. push the trolley with Zimmer on top across the car park avoiding the speed humps. 5. Put the items into the boot of the car each one singly, Push the Trolley to Trolley parking shed to get my pound back, back to the car using the Zimmer. 6. At home slowly take a few items at a time and put them just inside front door, later taking them into the kitchen to put in cupboards. Was this a costly and inconvenient way of shopping ? There was the cost the petrol, and several hours spent away from home and there was things that I could not add to the trolley. Now very tiered and aching I must rest. This was the way to shop, but it has changed, but only if you have a computer and can contact your store, today it is just a matter of getting your favourite Superstore on line, booking your day and time of delivery, actually seeing the items you want and selecting them, there is a basic cost of your buy at ?25.00. then the cost of the booked time of delivery, it varies from ?3.00 to ?6.50. The delivery person will expect you to unload the baskets of items into your hallway, where they stay until I can take them to the kitchen, but this is at my own time so it does not matter unless something is frozen. I am pleased to think that I had not had to go to the store, or all those times of handling the items, no time wasted or petrol used. We are lucky to be able to use this service and not rely on others to do it for us, but many older people cant do it, and I?m afraid have to get someone to do it. Some older people will not ask and go without.

Thank you for your kind offers of getting milk and help. We managed. I think the youth who stole my rain coat will be afraid to wear it he might get recognized. Yes the Christmas card list is getting Shorter. My own Army list of those who served with me has dropped from over a hundred to only six, Shame I could not attend their funerals. Today here is my Thoughts You hear of things that you never thought you would need to help you. I have now become dependent on a Reach Grabber that is a device that is about half a metre long with a hand grip that when squeezed will close the two fingers at the other end, gripping light articles to pick up from the floor, no good for heavy things, with loose lids or open top containers, if you drop them it makes such a mess. The only drawback is if you drop the Grabber you cant pick it up the answer is get two, one to pick up the other. You must have seen this device that grips the reluctant lid from opening, the only thing is you cant hold the jar still as it twists in your hand, answer buy two. Do you get that phone call on your home phone? It rings and the Answer phone recorded message I left says; ?Please allow me time to get from another room to get to this phone I take a little to get up and get to the Hall.? ?You can leave your Number and I will call you back, but no message is left. I always answer the phone as I am expecting to get a booking for my wife from St Thomas?s Hospital. In the very windy weather three weeks ago my BT telephone line went dead, so how can I report it with no phone or use of computer. My wife tried to report it on her Mobile but she had to wait that long the battery went down. At long last she did report it but it was not repaired for over two weeks. The fault was on a Telegraph pole the wire had corroded and broken, I found out that it had been repaired by getting a phone call from the engineer, to say it was now working. I think that this service is very bad especially when they charge me six pounds a quarter added to pay the bill by Visa. No discount for the loss of use for two weeks. Charging the mobile phone does cause a problem, as I cant pull the plug from the wall socket, I now leave it in and just disconnect the other end from the phone. I have found putting the electric kettle on a tin biscuit box and only putting a small amount of water in it allows me to just tip it in the teapot without lifting. I do use my Zimmer a lot, not always convenient when going by car as I have to put it on the back seat, then get in the car. I must confess that I get annoyed at Car Parks finding one meter out of order, then finding one that works, trying to remember my car number to punch in before putting the right change in the slot, I often put in more money than I should as I have no change. Its often easier to go by bus as it stops closer than walking the distance from a Car Park space some times up several floors, and I cant use the stairs with my Zimmer so have to walk down the car ramp.

I like to get up as the sun rises, today opening the curtains in the front room, there was my fresh glass milk bottle on the brick gatepost I get the milkman to put it up there as I cant bend. Relying on my trusty Zimmer I made my way to get the bottle. Nearing it I raised my hand to pick it up, But it fell at my feet smashing to bits, in a state of shock I realised that a van driver had pushed a large box on the post top causing the bottle of milk to come off. ?Sign here and print here? So I signed. ?What is it?? ?I don't know only deliver them?. I looked at the label it was addressed to next door, ?I thought you would take it in for them?. He left. I tried to lift it but it was too heavy, and if I could put it on my Zimmer I could not lift that as well. I could not leave it there out on the gatepost any person passing might take it. It was now pouring with rain, I went into the house put on my raincoat and get my grasper tool that picks things up for me, I brought back a carton so that I could pick up all that broken glass, and put it in, to carry to the Wheelie Bin. It stopped Raining, if I could not move the box I must at least hide it from view, so I took off my raincoat and put it over the box. Now to put the glass in the bin at the side of the house, tipping the glass into the green bin then the carton in the blue one, I reached in with my grasper picked out a plastic bottle to bring water from the garden tap to wash away the milk on the path. As I returned to the front I saw a youth just about to pick up the box, I shouted, he ran away, I recognised him in the distance by my raincoat he was wearing, I looked in the garden shed to find an old hessian sack I put this over the box it did not look as attractive item now. Later the woman (not very nice )next door had come home I could see her car outside, I had her phone number so called her up, ?Hello this is me from next door, I have signed for a parcel it is too heavy for me to lift can you come and get it as it is perched on my front garden gatepost?. The woman replied that she had a young baby to look after and could not come, ?You had better bring it?. ?I cant lift it?. ? How did you put it on the Post then?? The driver put it there Its been there all day I have had to keep my eye on it as I had signed for it.? At least now I had told her it was there so if it got pinched it was down to her. Going back now into the house I was ready for my cup of tea, but we were not going to get any today were we? I hope it don't rain I wont be able to go out now.

Not today. Large Woman on the Bus. Stories read here of Gross women bring strange visions into my mind, the opportunity came for me today by using the bus, so what shall I find? I found a window seat before this woman got on, who took the isle seat, asked me if I would change, juggling with my Zimmer now is complete. My accompanying traveller used almost both of the seats as she was fat, this made no room me other than to balance my Zimmer up on my lap. She cursed and said your Zimmer made this ladder have look at my tights, I glanced down at the bulbous calf, not a vision to add into my delights. She wriggled and squirmed, then lifted her bottom up clear of the seat, just a glimpse of peach bloomers, accomplished her tights removal fete. From her handbag took a container with pink Blusher to my surprise starting at her feet she applied it up her legs to her calves to her thighs. Her open toe shoes now replaced on her feet, protruded a blackened nail, looking closer it was something that had dropped from below a dogs tail. The applied nail polish brush soon painted it, that changed it to red, both big toes now looked reasonable, so it leaves no more to be said. Out comes the comb, I duck from the elbows as she straightens her hair, a tug at a suspect knot, down drops a curler she forget was left there. My own head now itches with the spreaded old dead hair and fluff , I never imagined I would ever have my bald head covered in Dandruff. I arrived at my Bus stop I rose travelling now my journey complete, now having room kicked those discarded tights under the front seat. As I made my way along slowly to the Hospital for my appointment, I wonder will many others have to put up with this forced enjoyment.

You could use a Telephone Box. If you were lucky there was a shop on a near corner, on the corner of Pellett Road and Crystal Palace Road was a GPO Post Office Shop, outside was the red Pillar Box to post your letters fixed to the side was a stamp dispensing machine that when you inserted a penny the penny stamp stuck out for you to tear off, this was the type that you had to wet for it to stick on a letter or card most people just put it on their tongue to make moist. Not many people had a Telephone there was a Telephone Kiosk outside the Post Office Sorting Office in Sylvester Road, a red cast iron box with dozens of small glass windows, that you stood in, the door closed after you went in automatically so you could hear your connection, there was this sturdy receiver on top of the money box where you inserted two old big penny?s in the slot, when you had lifted the receiver you could dial the number you wanted if you did not know the number there was a shelf with four telephone books where you could look up the name to find the number, if your number answered you pushed a button to connect you that was button ? A?, if there was no answer you pressed button ? B ? to get your two penny?s back that dropped into a tray below. These boxes remained with no damage to the telephone the apparatus or the four books being removed. This was essential as you could dial free for emergencies on number 999.

When you could get on a Tram in Lordship Lane and ride for one old Penny. My own memories of Jennings Road was, on the corner of Landcroft was the Wenlock Off Licence, mauve tilled and up two steps to the front door that was right on the corner, a red Phone box outside on a large forecourt. Facing was on the other corner the owner had bought a 1937 Austin Big Seven, as the war had stared he could not use it as he got no petrol allowance, he kept it in a shed in his garden got to from Landcroft Road, a few houses then the group of lock up Garages, and the builders yard of Coleman & son, then the Air Raid Shelter, then the Gardens that were open to the public of the Heber Arms, facing here lived a Policeman, and one of the school lads, he had a sister and an older brother who was in the army the Kings Royal Rifles, with my own brother. The school had a block near the Crystal Palace end where we had our shelter underneath, they also kept the Taxi converted into a Fire engine here but came in through Heber Road where they knocked the wall down and put a wooden gate. The nearest bomb that fell was directly facing Jennings Road in Crystal Palace Road, where later the built a brick Reserve Water Tank, I remember a large fig tree in the front garden coming back on your side just a few houses along. On the corner of Goodrich road was a sweet shop called Murtons, we used to sit on the step in the evenings of climb the lamp post to the cross bat and hang there, a pair of semi restored houses and a red post box on the other corner and Flectures the grocers on the facing corner and Hine the builders one along from the final corner. The church on the corner of Lordship lane we were sent to Sunday school in the basement, I think the B.B. used up stairs.

There are different types of nonsense. Sometimes there is playing with words or sometimes it is actual real worlds put into nonsense poetry, like this poem I like: I went to the pictures tomorrow I took a front seat at the back, I fell from the pit to the gallery And broke a front bone in my back. A lady she gave me some chocolate, I ate it and gave it her back. I phoned for a taxi and walked it, and that?s why I never came back. Or this one. Nobody loves me, everybody hates me I'm going down the garden to eat worm Long thin slimey ones Short fat fuzzy ones Lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely worms Now the long thin slimey ones slip down easily The short fat fuzzy ones stick - yurgh The short fat fuzzy ones stick between your teeth And the juice goes mmm mmm mmm I'm sure there was a third verse, but I haven't sung this for 75 years