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What we had to endure. School girls wore Pig Tails, very long hair in two plats, sitting there still while mum wove them, drove us bats. Then when finished they hung down behind the back, a bow on each tied to perfection pulled taught no slack. Remember those lengths of cotton material cut into strips. hair laid on wound and tied in curls to fastened with clips. No sleep at night the bumps those curlers prevented that, not the slightest chance of lying your head on pillow flat. The ? Nit Lady ? came to our school to search for fleas, a fine comb pulled though your hair found any of these. There was no hiding place to miss her close inspection, everyone had their own personal look without exception. There was an outbreak of Diphtheria, we had to have a jab, the nurse came with a tray of syringes direct from her lab. A quick dab with sterile wipe a sharp prick in your arm, it happened so quick its done before there was any alarm. A wipe off wasted fluid, now dry stuck on a Elastoplast, to some children it seemed so unusual they stood aghast. After a few days, it?s all forgotten and the arm felt alright, mum said you are protected now, no worry as you might. At break time had to drink our milk through a waxed straw, a third of a pint of cool milk, was the rule of the Health law From a little glass milk bottle with a very wide necked top, a lid was made of a waxed inserted disc, pushed in to pop.

The clothes we wore. Why did a mans three piece suit change to two? the waistcoat is not now available, even to you. The waist of the trousers is three inches lower, the bottoms are not as wide and much narrower. No row of pearl fly bottoms is just a plastic zip. the turn ups have had the chop, we have lost a bit. A time had the drainpipe trousers, a bit restricting, now ragged Jean?s look much more lived in. No pairs of buttons around the waist to fix the braces, or loops on the pants to keep them up in places. Never see those three quarter length Plus Fours, or those Fair Isle knee socks the choice was yours. The detachable shirt collar held by a stud at the back, then the front stud, it took a time but soon got the knack. The Bow tie no longer tied around, but a clip held in place, your tie might be a Winsor Knot a Kipper or Shoe lace. Gone are the suits with overlapping double breasted, stripped to the waist now nobody is String Vested. The silk cravat no longer worn around as a necklet, no triangle of handkerchief on show in top pocket. No Brothel Creeper Shoes with inch thick crepe soles, those brogue white shoes with thousands of holes. Worn shoes that have steel Blakey studs front and back. no Toe saver boots with a shiny bright metal toe cap. The Trilby hat is no longer seen on the mans head, or the pointed night cap worn while sleeping in bed, The conical Paper Hat scholars wore as a Dunce, wore it while standing in a corner only the once.

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, she 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.

Welcome back after a year and four months likansuk269. Glad to see that you have decided to post seven mesages in four hours. Perhaps you should have put them all in this page. Will you be back soon.

Reminds me of this; Sitting on the Rye I am sitting here on the bench, on Peckham Rye, watching as those people who are passing by. The sun is shinning warm, but its quite breezy, I feel content, in fact this vision it me pleases . Into view are two large women pushing buggies, dragging two young children wearing Huggies. One of the ladies is large enormously fat, the other one is at least twice the size of that. They pause at my seat , as one child rants, its obvious to me, that he?s filled up his pants. Mum removes his Huggie, kid had a whimper, she hangs thing on to the handle of my Zimmer. No wipe of the behind or replacement is done, left to wander around and dry out in the sun. Soon his bottom is drying but getting crusty, alright for them my zimmer?s going rusty. Despite my plea of ?please don't come so near?, the child?s hands grip my knee and started to smear. Dirty brown finger marks on to my grey slacks, it?s obvious that the discipline this child lacks. The Huggie is caught in the draught of a passing bus, it?s dragged away to follow in tow, away from us. It?s recovered by mum who goes to the bushes, who having no bag, there she discardingly pushes. The flies are here now from his bottom to my bald head, little brown foot prints left there that the sun?s burnt red. The smell remains now, once here stays ever clinging, even the birds have gone away, it stopped their singing. The state I?m in, I want to have a wash, but where? the toilet has closed down now and is no longer there. I try think of an solution of what am I to do? I?m going home by bus, I take my place in the queue. Here comes the 78 the doors open, it?s famed Nigel, who will do all he can to make your life hell. Where is your Pass? You are not coming on here to sit. look at your trousers the legs covered in shit. I back out, the door slams shut, my zimmer is jammed I shout, he drives away my zimmer is part in but most sticking out. He overtakes a parked car, not allowing for the protrusion, he now drives a Bendy door bus, just to add to his confusion.

Are you becoming a bit of an alarmist at your Green Party about polution. We had to put up with this, if you did then you have cause to put forward your ideas. I would be more alarmed that a motorist could not see what the Crossing man has writen on his board.

A house in 1959 dont know where.

Personally I would not let Sarah Beeny to set foot in my home, if we look at the finnished jobs she claims to have made better you will only see what is on view not behind any wardrobe or moveable item of furniture. Would you want the local Builders or Kitchen Unit or Furniture to be approached on your behalf for free items to make your home look better? I have the oppinion that if you cant afford to buy it, you do without.

Scattered Homes The picture has some conection with the time of rehoming the children of the Camberwell Workhouse Constanmce Road Now St Francis Road. It is possible that the att. picture is connected. In June 1898, Camberwell set up London's first children's scattered homes following the scheme devised in Sheffield to house children in small family groups in ordinary urban houses. Camberwell initially rented two houses on Heaton Road, Peckham Lane, where around twenty children from "in-and-out" families were placed under the care of two foster mothers. Five further homes were added in January 1899: two in Crystal Palace Road, one in Lordship Lane, and two in Melbourne Grove, Dulwich. By 1903, thirty-one scattered homes were in use. In 1908, the locations included: 18-20 Ashbourne Grove; 2-4 Barforth Road, Nunhead; 200-202 Barry Road; 1 Burnaston Terrace, Grove Vale; 59-63, 262, 272, 297-299 and 341-343 Crystal Palace Road; 14 Derwent Grove; 6, 24-26, 209, 263 and 267 Friern Road; 335 Lordship Lane; 29 Marsden Road; 1-3 and 9-11 Matham Grove; 71 Melbourne Grove; 1-4 Rye Road; Peckham; 197-199, 306, 322 and 326-8 Upland Road,

Do the East Dulwich members after reading still have the time, to post some current poetry, prose, or something in a rhyme. Using some of these themes that come back into our mind, lets look to see what could make sense, just a few that I find. Will my cycle be safe at Sainsbury?s car park while I shop, I cant buy much anyway as there is not room some may drop. There are camera?s watching over near by the recycling bin, to take a Nuns bike surly would be a terrible unforgiving sin. The orange filled bottles still arrive here on the back streets, mostly near a corner or where the two roads join and meets. Speculation asks of what those bottles here might contain, it might better if the contents be disposed of down the drain. Camberwell Old Cemetery, once again chose to raises its head, to make it look better to make some changes above the dead. Any who book now to get a place on a waiting list to be the first, will lie prone within a coffin inside the slowly moving hearse. What does Lordship Lane need? A comic who makes you laugh, people that don't argue, and appreciates views of their other half. Bring back some local toilets, they will have to sooner or later, even paying as you enter, that will cover the cost of soft paper. Iceland may soon be altered for shoppers to get a best design, that does not matter much, as long as the foods will be fine. Bet your life the spaces will be filled with a best of choice, without piped music where you cant hear anybody?s voice.

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More callers were the Tally man, to collect the weekly loan repayment, some people would go to extreme's to avoid paying him as hiding behind the curtains or in a neighbours house a few took out a loan on the Christmas club to buy essentials for the family. Uncles ( the pawn broker ) was already holding any valuable suits and cooking pans. The Rent man called this had to be paid or they would be evicted onto the pavement, seeing them borrow a green grocers barrow and loading their few possessions onto it, just iron bed ends two side rails and the spring frame, and rolled up mattress thread bare mats pots and pans, all now precariously perched in the high stack. The father pushed the barrow, the mum trying to keep the things from falling off and the children picking up any and tried to put the back on. That had gone to try to stay with a family member, now gone their front door that had always remained open was now closed the Bailiffs left, their old cat came to sit on the doorstep wondering why it could not get in, the milkman left a pint of milk putting it down by the cat who stood up expecting to be let in and get a drink of milk. Perhaps it would get a new home or just remain as a feral cat. A window cleaner would ask to clean windows but did not get much work, he carried his extendable ladder that came to a point that was covered by a sack pad in case it damaged paint work or came into contact with the glass, if he cleaned upper windows he had to go in and do it sitting on the window sill with his legs sticking back in. The gas man came to read the gas meter, and if you were lucky enough to have electricity their meter man came, the meters were in cellars or just inside the front door up high so the door could be opened fully. The houses had lead water piping and in cold weather froze then burst, water soak the room locally there lived a Water board Turncock who would come and turn the water off with a large iron key, he knew where all the cocks were under the pavement. When a house got electricity laid on the men worked on a whole road digging up a trench and piling the clay in a heap this took weeks so a night watchman an old man or ex serviceman who had been wounded in the war would have to remain over night in a little canvas hut, he had to put paraffin lamps along the open trench, so he spent a lot of time trimming the wicks and filling the lamps using a funnel the cleaned the glass as it had become black with the wick burning, to keep him warm during the night he was given a brazier that he burnt coke on ( his was Coal that had had the oil removed from it at the Gas Works ) it glowed bright he poked it as it became cinders causing a shower of sparks to rise up, he sat there on his milk crate, fiddling inside his large over coat pocket drew out a big red handkerchief revealing thick cheese sandwiches, in another pocket was his little bottle of milk and a twist of sugar and some loose tea. His tea can was once white enamel now blackened by the fire was filled from the water stand pipe where the men drew the water they needed, the lid closed and put on the fire to heat, it had a wire handle so with a stick was lifted off to make a strong dark tea in a stained mug. Some of the street lights were gas so a man came with a pole with a hook on the end reached up to pull a chain and the light popped alight he had to come back later to turn them back off.

Hi Vito. I hope you get your van insured before you take any girl out, and if you take her home, dont let her climb up into your loft without the loft ladder and she is wearing slacks

Those tradesmen who called on us. 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. The Baker we used had their bakery on North Cross Road corner of Crystal Palace Road facing the Police Station, this was just a hand pushed cart with little weight carried, we had hot bread called a Cottage loaf two tier it was circular with a smaller circular one on top. The open cart of the horse drawn Green Grocer moved slowly a long the road as the house wives came out to purchase the vegetables, this was a god send as mum had to buy for nine of us and potatoes alone was very heavy if bought from the local shop. The Coalman would call to get an order, he had been to East Dulwich Station Goods Yard to fill weigh and load the black canvas sacks, he wore a leather cap that had a long back piece of leather that reached down to his waist, this stopped the coal dust getting inside his shirt. Our Coal Cellar was under the front stone steps, so he had to come in the side front door along the passage to tip the coal onto the earth floor, Mum would get me to count how many sacks were brought in, some coalmen would leave the emptied sack outside the back door to prove how many sacks had been brought in. We had ten at a time Mum paid from her purse. The Chimney sweep had to come to sweep the chimney that reached up the four floors then up a tall stack out of the roof we waited to see the round brush come out of the chimney pot. Before he started he hung a sheet from the mantel shelf to the grate making sure that it was secured all round then he reached inside a slit in the sheet to get the brush head that he had already put inside the grate, then one by one added the three foot long cane rods pushing up and down to clear the soot, it came down in lumps and spread all over the room, mum knew this so had covered up all she could. The sweep pulled back down the rods and unscrewed each rod then fastened them together with two leather straps, he then took down the sheet and shovelled all the soot into big sacks, to take away. He was by now very black with soot, where he had sweated he had streaks down his face. We had a large Grand Piano when it had to be tuned the Tuner came he was led to the piano as he was blind, dad said that he went by sound so he had a better ear for the sound than a seeing tuner. The Dustmen Came to the back Garden to collect he two large galvanised Dust bins, carried them out to the dust cart where they could walk into the back to tip the contents of ash and tins any other paper or anything that would burn were kept the fire going to heat water. The Muffin man would walk down the road with a tray balanced on his head ringing a hand bell shouting Muffins and Crumpets all hot. Mum did not always buy some as I now know she just did not have the money. The Cats Meat man came along, with a rod on his shoulder sticking out front and back, hanging from this was strips of black dried horsemeat I was sent to buy a strip for a few pence, our tabby cat could worry mum for a week to get a treat. The only other food it got was what was slipped under the table by one of us Kids. There was always lots of activity out front where the council repaired the pavement or the road, or the L.C.C. gangs repaired the road between the Tram tracks. The Council Drain Cleaning Wagon came and poked about under the opened drain cover and lots of stinking black water and muck was left on the road. This was cleared later by the Road sweeper man on his way back to Milo Road where a dozen men kept there two bin dust barrows in a small Yard. They had an ancient Hut there to use for their clothes it was about ten by eight foot on small iron wheels. On Lordship Lane the Lamp posts were higher than the back streets, to let the double deck trams pass by, the electricity people wheeled a box ladder on wheels that could be raised by ropes to lift inner sections up to reach the lamps the cleaner then climbed up, the traffic had to wait for a while. Later they changed the lamp posts to two in pairs sited each side of the road with the lamp hanging in the middle of the road, these could be wound back to a post and down to be cleaned. There was the local Policeman who seemed to be about, we often got told off, persistent kids could look forward to a whack from his folded cape that he had on his shoulder. No use going home to tell your dad he had hit you, you might get another one for getting the family a bad name. Here comes the Knife Grinder man with his bike grinding wheel to sharpen our carving knives, he would put his bike on a stand that lifted the back wheel then a strap drove the grind stone he peddled away pouring water on the stone. Occasionally there was a funeral a neighbour would lay the deceased person out, and in some Catholic families would have them on display in the parlour so that neighbours could come to pay respects, all the near neighbours closed their curtains, and family wore black, those that did not follow on foot to the cemetery, the men removed their caps the women kept the children quiet. A sight never forgotten is a pair of black horses with white feathers on their head with the glass sided hearse bearing the simple wooden coffin covered in flowers with dozens of mourners following slowly moving off into the distance.

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telregram. Could it be that you spend too much time on this website? Over the last one hour and fifty five minuits you have posted 18 messages more or less the same message. Why dont you engage in the conversation here maybe you will get to know some one of your own age.

Dulwich Club. Local men used the Dulwich Club at 110 Lordship Lane, my own experience came for me when I reached the age of eighteen, now I could apply to join the Club. I had to find a Proposer and someone to second my application, I knew lots of those who used the club, they were all older so I asked my pal if his dad would Propose me and he got a mate to second it. I was told that I should attend on a certain day at eight o?clock to be interviewed by the Committee. I don't know if anybody remembers that at the front of the club was a small building, with a Doorman seated looking out of a small window checking that each person showed a current membership card, I was accompanied by my Proposer who vouched for me, then down a long path to the main building. Entering the main bar my mates dad bought a drink for me, as non members could not buy one. We waited for me to be called in front of the Committee. When called I was shown in alone they asked me why I wanted to join, I said that most of my friends belonged and I wanted to spend time with them. They asked if I had been in any kind of trouble, or banned from any other club, I had not so was thought to be a suitable candidate. I was told that I could buy the Membership Card the Dulwich Club for ten shillings ( 50p ) and if I wanted to enter any of the Affiliated Working clubs that card would cost another 50p. The club was controlled by the Committee Members one was on duty every day, to see that there was not trouble, if any it only it was by a couple who had booked the Billiard table at a certain time he had to sort it out, and oversee he bar, where the drinks were a lot cheaper than in a Pub. I soon got used to the fact that if a certain person had been used to sitting in a certain chair we never used it if he was in the club, otherwise it was OK. Time was spent playing games Darts Cards Billiards Bowls Housey Housey as it was called then now Bingo, Concerts and Shows. Other Clubs teams came to play against us, but one of the best times was going in the coach to other clubs to play away, so many different types of clubs. Some up market and others in Coal Mine Towns could be a bit dusty. It was a good place to be a member of as you were all treated the same. The club has long gone its space is now called Sage Mews enclosed by a gate. So many of these clubs have now closed leaving a large unfilled gap for locals to enjoy their leisure time locally.

There is no Mill there now. The pond water was used to make tiles and bricks some for the Penge Railway Tunnel. One would not expect to find a large Windmill here but a wind vane pumping water. The workers lived in Pond Cottages. The Dulwich Society web will inform you better.

This is flying outside my house.

Look on Dulwich Estates to find planed clean up. Dulwich Mill Pond Dredging and desilting works will commence on 7 January 2013.

Just watched ? This Morning ? a woman claims to have had sex with an Alien at a Bus stop. Surly this is a good way to make friends. Only use a Request Stop. The bus will not stop unless you raise your hand, if you are busy show your appreciation by smiling.

Extract from Southwark Council Minutes: Deborah McKenzie from public realm updated the meeting on proposed works at Camberwell Old Cemetery. Deborah explained that the council looked after 3 cemeteries in the borough, Camberwell Old, Camberwell New and Nunhead. All 3 were running out of space for burial. Deborah introduced Paul Harrison, a landscape architect working for the council, to explain some of the long terms changes which would be taking place at Camberwell Old cemetery this year. Paul explained that an area had been identified on the south side of the cemetery alongside Wood Vale, near to the Lewisham boundary. This had been an area of public burial up to the 1920s and 1940s with no real monuments and no rights to graves. Paul explained that traditionally soil was brought into cemeteries and placed over the top of existing graves so further burials could continue on the raised level. This method had taken place on the site pre-war. It was proposed that this method be used again in the area identified. This would require some removal of trees but a number of trees in that location were of poor quality and new tree planting would be done. The work was planned for late summer and would last approximately 12 weeks, with a new access to the cemetery required off Wood Vale for lorries. The proposals were subject to planning approval which was currently being applied for.

There was an article that said the whole Cemetery was to be cleared of Memorials and the ground raised with earth to a height of six feet higher to be able to start from scratch with new berials. Book early.

Jo Brand our local Er comedian stated by being very crude i dont know how she is now I never look. At her first gig she faced "an audience from hell" and, waiting to perform last, drank seven pints of lager. She thus faced her first live audience with a bursting bladder. As she ascended the stage, a male heckler started shouting, "Fuck off, you fat cow" and kept up the abuse until her performance finished. There was no applause.

The facts do exist elsewhere and are a source of my posts but I uesully put them on a pre page and delete them as I build my story, in this instance I failed to remove some of them and some are in the wrong order, they would sound wrong if vocal, or read as wrong. On the evening of 12th July 1944 a V1 flying bomb impacted on the west side of the Hospital. The boiler house was demolished and several Hospital buildings were damaged. This recorded item is also seen in the St Francis Hospital files as it was also called then North Wing of Dulwich Hospital My own recollection are that some damage at the E. Dulwich Hospital was caused by a Land Mine dropping nearby on Playfield Crescent, Lytcott Grove, Melbourne Grove Triangle. In early 1960 I was admitted as a emergency patient with a burst Duodenal Ulcer, at that time my blood group B Rh negative, was not available, so I was kept on saline drip for three days, then blood brought that had been donated from an RAF Station was used. I was discharged after eleven days, walked to Lordship Lane to catch the bus. Back to work the next week but had to leave it as I still had bad times starting at six until six at night. I got a job with J.A Davis Denmark Hill Mail Order Stores. But the money was a lot less, so after work on Saturdays morning at Davis?s I worked a few shops along for Analoy Radio, from twelve to six delivering and installing Televisions and Washing machines, gave me a few bob to drink in the George Canning.