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Having been transferred to Friern Road School, I now had to walk quite a long way, if I caught a bus it did not help much as it was all out of the way, as I would have to walk to Barry Road get the bus to Peckham Rye and walk from there, so I decided to walk. I lived on Lordship Lane near the corner of Goodrich Road, so I could take the back streets, that meant right turn into Goodrich Road, nine more fist left and first right brought me to the school gates. Alternatively I could go to the left via Crystal Palace Road, still nine turns but slightly different roads, or I could just turn left at Friern Road and right at Peckham Rye, but I had to walk far more that way. This time all clothing was on ration and so we wore no school uniform, as now my coupon points were used on shoes as the leather sole soon wore out walking on the sandstone paving slabs, or cobbled and tarmac roads. Dad had a solution for repairing my shoes, he cut up old cycle tyres into strips using the tread and glued them onto the sole with tube of Phillips quick drying glue, I was ashamed to go to school wearing these so only used them for when I got home. It was not possible to get leather to repair your shoes, dad worked at Peak Frean?s and managed to buy bits of old broken machine leather drive belts, for a few pence, these were ideal but with nine of us that was eighteen shoes to repair every few weeks. It was possible to buy Plimsoll's but they were not good on bombed sites, or wellingtons these soon wore away your socks that had to be darned with any wool that could be unravelled from worn out jerseys, and were very uncomfortable and soon worked there way to finish under your foot. None of the family went to the barber, dad cut all our hair, we sat in the living room on a chair while he cut away sometimes one side would be shorter than the other so a bit more got cut off until level we looked like a lot of convicts, not surprising really as dad had been the Prison camp barber when he was a Prisoner of war 1914?1918. Friern Road School times has not remained as a memory, as other things were happening, most of my school chums had been split to other schools Goodrich Road or Ady?s Road, or the more privileged to Alleyn's. I soon became an Apprentice carpenter and had to attend the Brixton School of Building at Stockwell, later to called the South London Polytechnic.

I used to go to Heber Road School, when they reorganised we were transferred to what was to be Friern Road Secondarry School on Peckham Rye, I left in 1945 to work on bomb damage. One thing I remember was that there were brick Air Raid Shelter Walls, with a small space between just a foot wide and about six feet seep, they were called by us the Squashing Machine and we were all at times forced in there by other boys who all crushed you to a pulp.

Getting there in 1945,by number 56 Tram. If you walked up to the junctions of Elland Road and Cheltenham Road and Peckham Rye, at this the Terminus in the middle of the road, the arriving Tram driver is standing by. He has reversed his driving position to return to the Thames Embankment and waits for you, it is your choice to dismount at any place along the way, just pick a place it is what to do. The red and cream painted double deck electric Tram, travels on a pair steel rails let in the road, seventy eight persons are carried on the two decks making up the full capacity load. To board a tram you have to mount the platform at the back, take the left entry to the left lower cabin, or take the right entry to climb the curved staircase to the upper deck and choose the seat you are having. Red leather seats that the backs can be reversed when the tram changes at its destination to return again, buy your ticket from the Conductor to your destination for just a few Penny?s, shows a punch hole so plain. The Conductor rings the bell that sounds in the drivers cabin to give the all clear to start and it moves, the passengers start to feel the sway , as the tram wheels rotate in the sunken steel rail grooves. Down the incline lumbers the heavy tram to Nunhead Lane junction with East Dulwich Road turning left. halting outside the Peckham Rye Open Air Swimming Baths, to see the bathers from the top deck is best. The high dive board has is full queue of divers waiting to take their turn to take that dive into the water, those not so certain of their footing at the end of the diving board, makes those not so sure falter. Goose Green is still that open green space, opposite where the Dulwich Swimming Baths is found, just beyond is the junction of Lordship Lane and Grove Vale where our tram will be go round. The large Cinema called the Odeon where you can see all the Films and News is on the left location, a little further is the Railway Bridge crossing the road and the East Dulwich Southern Railway Station. Dog Kennel Hill is a very steep hill, that has four sets of Tram rails set in the road here securely, should a Tram blow a fuse and loose power, to slowly move back to the foot of the hill temporarily. To start again on its assent to the top of the hill and bringing the passengers there without more event, if you have experienced this happen while you are on board, your feelings then are quite unpleasant.

The building we played in was made of green painted corrugated tin sheets three stories high. I remember the high tree that had a rope hanging from it we used to swing on it, as it was on the slope of the hill we could get pushed very high. Do you remember the Grotto that was over the fence in Bessemer Grounds? the other side of Green Lane. A large lake with caves, later Dylways was built there. At the bend at the top of Green Lane there was a closed farm type gate.

I remember Mr Guiliano the ice cream man his shop was in Northcross Road corner facing the school. Yes the shelters were enclosed later with a wire fence made up from the old metal strechers that had been bunk beds in the shelters in the war. Then there was no center of the road flower beds, just four sets of tram lines.

I am not interested they dont even have a Zimmer Race. A future event will be a Shard vault. Have you seen the roads closed from 6am to 6 pm daily in large areas you cant leave your home between these times.

Does it not make sense that if Beggers try to beg but are not rewarded, will have to move elsewhere to get their income. There is no reason to feel sorry for them or guilty if you do not give.

saleem Never advertise your intentions on the open Website. I dont went to be called as a witness. You would be better to do it on the quiet.

Have you tried putting Strange bottles full of orange liquid on the window cills? If this does not work Flood them out.

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We had a Collard & Collard Grand Piano fve of us slept under it during the was in the Air Raids. If I were able to paint it it would be to resemble a Morrison indoor Air Raid Shelter. When it came to selling it, it was perfect but outdated the Auction House would not have it in display at the Auction rooms, as they said I would have to pay for its return home if it did not sell. So it got the big hammer.

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Have you got a price to purchase the area for your extension from your co Freeholders, would they be willing to loose the amenity of loosing the use of the communal area. You stated that you own the ground floor flat, there can only be a few flats in all, but you will have to pay for all the altered Deeds, as you are the one wanting the change. I think that you must multiply the cost by the number of Freeholders by at lease ?2.000 and the alteration of the Deeds will be yours for them and yourself, plus the Solicitors fee. This will be in addition to your Architect, Planning Fees, Materials, and Builders, and re - Rating. This could be a non srarter, have you asked the Planning Dept if this is possible?

We older larger famlies tend to still use the tin bath and we all use the same water, but to use a shower the water cant be used again, think of the used water reading next time. We did start using the garden hose but there was a ban on that.

This will soon be available as I am having to give up my Garage. Its called a kemurf open tourer.

Should I be a Royalist? I have enjoyed the Celebrations of the Queen?s Jubilee, but now unable to take part. I was born 1931 during the reign of King George V, who reigned from 1910 to 1936 for 25 years. The next in line was to be King Edward VIII, who chose to Abdicate in 1936 after just 325 days. King George VI was the second son of King George V, to be Crowned King from 1936 to 1952 for 15 years. Elizabeth daughter of King George VI was crowned Queen Elizabeth II in 1952 and still reigns for sixty years. Three Kings and a Queen are the only rulers that I have known, having no other at the head of the country it is impossible to judge if they were or are the best for the country. Having seen and heard of the Head of other counties where a Fuehrer, Dictator, President, Tsars, are the Rulers, I am inclined to think that I was lucky to be born here.

Pathetic. Yes the post is full of attitude why write this? "I'm not a person with attitude but if you guys think I should I would give them a piece of a teenage boys mind (back talk & attitude)". Your description of the drivers, " the man is big and bold with glasses, (white colour skin)". What difference does the colour of the drivers skin make. "There lady has black Curley hair and looks European with an accent". Have you an issue with people like this? You are privileged to be able to travel by public transport at no cost to you. We had no such luxury, to use that for such a short journey is abusing the system. There is a trace of impatience by using that bus as you know that the one you want is just behind. Have you thought that your complaint might affect the drivers future employment? I have no complaint of the drivers at all, as most will know that I have a lot of trouble getting about, and have never been told to hurry up by drivers as it takes time for me to get on or off. Just put yourself in another?s shoes, seventy five years ago, we all walked to school no matter how far it was the buses were not free for us, we would not think of asking for the money for a ticket or be taken to school by car.

Pathetic You would be better continuing your education, then you would be able to post a passable message, with no mistakes. How many can you now find in your message? You could always take up dog walking to occupy your time for a small fee.

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Think about how you feel when they are lisping. Make yourself aware of their emotions when they start lisping generally most Parrots who lisp do so when they are excited. Pause and calm them down by breathing slowly, then continue to talk as you want it to mimic. Excited Polly

A woodpecker has decided to make a hole in my willow tree, but I think that it is not safe at only seven feet from the ground I have put chicken wire underneath it to stop our cat getting up. If it comes back I will send it to you to make that hole.

Jim if you go to the houses that back on to them in Ctystal Palace Road the were rebuilt the same time. If you get a map of the area you can draw a line to connect them. I cant place the time but I was there. This is my memory. Memories Autumn 1940: The blitz. ? Just after my ninth birthday the German planes came, bombing all around. We could see them coming in the distance in formation, the big ones in the middle, and the fighters outside. As they came they left a trail of vapour from their engines. The noise was deafening. The guns in the nearby parks sent up tracers. The outside smaller planes were much faster, fighting with our planes, leaving white criss-cross trails in the sky. ? When the bombers dropped their bombs, we could see the bombs leave the planes in a row, then twist and turn , as they spread out and fall, whistling down to explode. It was time to into the shelter as even if the planes passed overhead the shells fired up at the enemy aircraft splintered and fell as shrapnel, jagged fragments that could cut you to pieces. ? We were in the Andersen shelter. It was cold with only a candle to see by. After a time the iron sides would run with condensation. It ran down onto our bedding. We were very crowded in there, all ten of us, If somebody needed to go the toilet they had to step over all of us to get out of the shelter to go back to the house. I shall never understand why, with the shelter made of iron and covered in earth, the door opening had only a piece of sacking hanging down to cover it, with no protection from the direction at all. ? We spent many days and nights in the shelter listening to the drone of loaded planes coming, then the whistling as the bombs fell. With each blast earth fell through the ill-fitting ends of the shelter. The vibration was constant, as if the whole shelter moved, with the noise of the guns firing all the time, and the scream of an aircraft as it plunged down to earth, then the explosion as it hit. Night time was the worst. As there was a blackout every explosion lit up the inside of the shelter, and when a building burned the inside of the shelter glowed red. You could smell the burnt sugar from Tate & Lyle?s and the acid smell from Carson's Vinegar Factory. ? One bombing raid was very bad, Price?s Candle Factory had been hit and caught fire. The workers had taken cover in the cellars below the factory. The stocks of wax in the yard melted with the heat and a river of boiling wax found its way down to the cellars where the workers sheltered, Many were killed. After the fire was put out , the wax set hard and it took a long time to cut through to those trapped below, the air supply had been cut off as the wax filled every opening, entombing the workers. We did have times without raids and we could see the damage that had been done. Rows of houses had gone. Parts of houses stood without roofs, just the outside walls with maybe a part of a floor with furniture hanging from it, water squirting from the damaged water pipes and gas flames from a gas pipe. Some of the houses just had a chimney breast left with a fireplace still in its place in a wall of four floors, the different wallpaper showing each of the rooms that had been there. Demolition men had to take down the remainder of the remains of the buildings to clear the site. The rubble was stacked higher than a four storey house, just to get it out of the way. ? A cleared site would have a brick water tank built on it, using the old bricks that had been chipped clean of mortar. The inside of the tank would be tarred over to stop the water getting through. Some of the tanks were fifty feet square by six feet high. We used to put old timbers in to make a raft to play on, it was very dangerous as none of us could swim. ? The wall of our school playground had a hole made in it for a fire engine to be kept in our school yard, it was a London taxi, one with the canvas passenger hood that could be folded down in the summer. It had a brass bell fitted and an extending ladder on the roof baggage rack, coiled hoses, a stand pipe, and buckets were in the open space beside the driver. The large bumpers, the mudguards and running boards had been painted white, with a big A.F.S. on the doors. Behind it was pulled a two wheel water pump with thick suction hoses strapped to the top. 2 ? One day the air raid siren sounded. I ran down the garden to light the lamp in the Andersen shelter and returned to the house to carry one of the baby twins to the shelter, my mother bringing the other with her, With planes overhead, Mum said to get under the table as there was no time to get down the garden to the shelter. The table was very large for the ten of us that sat round it for our meals. We could hear the bombs falling, then a tremendous explosion. Everything seemed to go orange , then black, then silent, We couldn't breathe. Black soot and plaster from the ceiling choked us. We tried to get out from under the table. The complete window frame, dresser, and the cast iron kitchen range was keeping us in. We worked our way out from under the table. A hole was where the window had been, glass was sticking in the facing wall, all the crockery was smashed when the dresser fell, the kitchen range was on its front with bricks in its place in the hearth. We were black with dust and soot. ? I looked down the garden through the opening, The shelter where we would have been, was now covered with clay three times as high. The two large conker trees were leafless, there was now a space beyond the shelter, where there had been six houses, now smoked a gaping crater. ? My school friend Norman Luff who lived in Landcroft Road was badly injured, he was put on a stretcher , and carried out through the alleyway between our house and next door, to Lordship Lane the main road that was clear of debris. He was carried to a vehicle that had been a dust cart. It was a three wheeled Scammel unit that pulled a trailer van, where normally dust men walked into the back to empty dust bins, the vehicle was very low on the ground, and ideal for stretcher cases, it had been converted for ambulance work. ? My Dad working at Peak Freon's, was told by a driver who had been delivering to shops, that he had passed our home and that the house had been bombed and a boy was being taken out by stretcher into an ambulance. Dad left work to see what had happened. In the war all men had to stay at work for the whole day as they were classed as directed labour, He had to get out of the factory gates. The gate keeper said he should not leave without a pass, but the van driver told him about the bombing and he let Dad go. When Dad got home he was relieved to find out it was not any of us that were injured. My friend who was hurt never came back, nor any of the other people who lost their homes, as there was nothing left. They were homed elsewhere, I don?t remember seeing Norman again. ? Dad organised us to get bits of wood that had been blasted into our garden to use to board up the windows, we could do nothing about the roof as most of it had gone. The girls and Mum cleared up inside, and threw all the plaster and broken things into a heap in the road, Dad said keep the bricks as we would need them again. We had a jam jar of tea, as all the cups had been broken, it was very hot and we could not hold the jar as it had no handle. The big kettle had been squashed so Dad mended the hole in the tin kettle with two washers and a nut and bolt. The gas was still working and the water was very slow. ? I was told to light the gas geyser in the bathroom and run five inches of water to have a bath, when I got in the bathroom the geyser was hanging from the wall by just the pipes the flue pipe was in the bath with all the soot and tiles from the wall. I told Dad, he said we would have to go back to the days when we used the old galvanised tin bath, its in the shed. I went into the garden to get it, but ran back to tell Dad that the shed had gone and so had everything in it. ? Mum was filling the copper with cold water, then she lit the wood under it to heat the water to wash all our dirty clothes. She gave a block of Sunlight soap to my sister to cut into strips to be put in with the washing, then kept pounding it with a wooden stick. ? It was getting dark, all the electric bulbs had been broken, it was pitch black inside as the windows were now boarded up. Dad said get the lamp from the air raid shelter . I once again ran into the garden, but it was impossible to get through all the clay that covered the entrance. Dad made a lamp out of a screw top can. He made a hole in the lid, cut a piece of cloth, threaded it through the hole to hang into the Paraffin inside, adjusted it and lit it. The lamp worked but it was very smoky and soon used up the paraffin. ? We all got ready to sleep in the front parlour, five of children could sleep under the grand piano, but it had two rods with pedals hanging down that got in our way, we would have to sleep there as there was no chance of us using the shelter that night. ? Arthur our cat came home, I called him my cat as liked to sleep on my bed, we had forgotten all about him, he was very frightened. He had some of the babies Cow and Gate powdered milk, mixed up for him in a tin lid. ? Dad had to go to the Wardens Post for night duty, he said ?Stay in this room and I shall know where you all are?. He went off to the Wardens Post shelter in the library just a block up the road from our house. We decided to go to bed as we could not see to do anything as the lamp had gone out, We just talked about what we might be able to do to make things better in the house, so we could repair things for the time being , mum said the house would not be repaired properly as there was no men to do it, or materials to use, we would do as best we could, Dad would sort it out, don?t worry, we must be grateful that we did not get hurt like the people who had lived in the houses at the back of us. ? The raid came again that night, louder than ever, as the noise was more loud due to there being no windows or roof to deaden the noise. Every explosion brought down more plaster from the ceiling, onto the piano marking the polished surface, that had been so bright, (we had not been allowed to touch it in case we left finger marks) that is if we had got into the parlour in the first place! ? The raid passed, it became quieter, we lay there in the darkness, relieved that, the planes had gone, bells still rang as fire engines and ambulances raced past in the road outside, the darkness, and tiredness now made us, one by one fall asleep. Arthur was tucked in with me, purring gently now pleased to be back home, I fell asleep too!

Posible but just to confirm look on Google Maps 184 Knoyle St.

Pre VI & VII Bombing. Early in the war the Blitz many bombs were dropped locally, a string of bombs were dropped in line, one between Landell?s Road & Crystal Palace Road, one between Landcroft Road & Lordship Lane, one in Beauval Road facing Milo Road, One at the bottom end of Dovercourt Road, near the School Fields. The one between Landcroft Road & Lordship Lane was six three story houses were bombed here, numbers 116 to 126, five were demolished soon after being bombed, leaving number 116 just a shell with a roof, then a Emergency Water Brick Water tank was built there, until after the war. Planning was applied to build five house?s in the place of all six, there was a reason that a Public Passageway must remain, so number 116 did not get demolished but restored to its former state. So just four new two story terraced houses were built with the passage between 116 and 118, this was a public Passage, it has now been incorporated with 118. This left no space for number 126., hence no number 126. So where is 126 Landcroft Road? It was allocated to the Knoyle Street development Deptford a continuation of Cold Blow Lane. It was made into a pair of Semi Detached , Numbered 82 and 84 Knoyle Street. The roof line was slightly different. It did get built there as I worked on it. as an Apprentice Carpenter.

A new neighbour... I have had a quiet life so far, no noisy neighbours to interrupt my thought, things have changed now, I've come a little bit anxious if not distraught. The flat above me has got a new tenant, who I did not see moving in, the noises that I hear through the floor the covering must be very thin. Its evening, someone has just gone in the flat above, to join whoever?s there, the sounds come through my ceiling as if there is insulation, I wonder where. I can hear a conversation, but I am not listening to this through choice, a woman is speaking to some one else, and answered by a mans voice. The woman says I have brought you something, shall we go and try it out? its quieter now, I cant understand why, it does not take long before a shout. Come into the bedroom, it took a while to get it right, I?m ready for you now, even through the ceiling I hear an intake of breath, as he exclaimed WOW. I have never been a musician, but got used to the army drum marching beat. the sound I hear is different, this one changes speed, it is not of marching feet. I cant hear the music playing, or even the muffled words that they are saying, the rhythm's even makes the ceiling lamplight shade accompany by swaying. I wonder should I go upstairs and tell them that all the sounds can be overheard. or would they think that I am being a little bit over the top, or just plain absurd? Its quiet now should I go up now, they have had their tea or was it their supper? I will go now, but it will take some time for me to climb the stairs to the upper. Good evening, I said to the woman who opened the door, I?m Billy from the flat below, I thought that I would welcome you to your new home and be neighbourly you know. George she called toward the closed door, it opened it to show the man who was there, disclosing ?George? Its Billy from the flat below, show him your new Rocking Chair.