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2 + 3 = 10 (add 2 + 3 to make 5.Then times by the first number which is 2 to make 10) 7 + 2 = 63 (add 7 + 2 to make 9.Then times by the first number which is 7 to make 63) 6 + 5 = 66 (add 6 + 5 to make 11.Then times by the first number which is 6 to make 66) 8 + 4 = 96 (add 8 + 4 to make 12.Then times by the first number which is 8 to make 96) 9 + 7 = (add 9 + 7 to make 16.Then times by the first number which is 9 to make 144) Therefore, 9 + 7 = 144

Sorry to hear John Sissons had died, he was in the same class as me in Heber Road school and later Friern Road school facing the Rye. He lived in Landcroft Road just down from Heber Road. On the corner of Jennings Road was an Off Licence, and on the other coner the house owner bought a car in 1937 he kept it in the garden, there was a gate from Lancroft Road into it, the car was an Austin Seven, Big Seven, like a Ruby but the back was slightly longer where the spare wheel was kept inside a boot, always remember these cars the seats had a pump up innertube in them like one of those folded jumping crackers. In the sixties my brother bought if off of him.

Many years ago I worked for a Mail Order company HQGS at 151 Belenden Road Peckham. It had many buildings behind the shops each side, there was a staff of 31 who packed the seasonal items Summer it was tents, Winter Corrugated Plastic sheeting, and general Mail Order things. There were people from most countries working there, some would stop work and go into the open yard face East and pray, they were never prevented to do this. Many of the employees would come to work on their Tribal Day dressed in their colourful flowing robes, these did interfere with the work that they could not carry out being dressed like it, these days would be prevented as a Health Hazard. The company closed all about thirty, of the warehouses to move to Dolcis shoe factory in Great Dover Street at the Borough. Some employees went with them, but as the pay was not very good, and they lived local they opted not to go. I gave it a day but did not like being confined to a closed warehouse and no smokeing. So I left. Some Shops remained for a few years, in Coldharbour Lane, High Holborn, Oxford Street, Croydon, Romford. I wonder if there is anyone about who worked there?

Hi Theresa. I remember you all, you lived right up the top of the road in a three story house, then two doors down from the Holmans the bomb dropped and injured Norman Luff, they built a brick watertank there, then after the war four new two story houses. Cottrills shop had blue shutters pulled down over the windows at night, the Off Licence was Mrs Cross's. I also remember the Carrs, they were a large family, we were all at the house for a party when one of the children died a cot death upstairs. One of the girls was nicknamed Dozey. I have been trying to remember if there was a builder that used to keep his ladders in his back garden facing your house corner of Crystal Palace Road. Do you remember anyone from Lordship Lane?

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A young lady lying on the grass in the park of Dulwich, soon noticed that undsr her clothes had started to itch. She twisted and turned trying to dislodge the intruder, lifted her skirt, her freind said you are getting ruder. She rolled on the grass but ended up wet in the ditch.

I cant remenber that we did anything of great damage, perhaps went into the bushes to find a ball, and we got told off. Thinking back all those years she was only doing her job by protecting the bushes for the pleasure of others, think what might have happend had the trees and bushes got torn down gradually to leave an empty space. Did you know that besides the four main gates and the small gate in Firemans Ally there was a service Gate. It was a pair of wooden gates that opened at the corner of Court Lane Gardens nearly facing Dovercort Road, the very long lane passed behind the Park Cricket feild to the Service yard & Greenhouses and Keepers sheds. There was an exit that came out of it into the inner road just past the big Keepers house opposite the gate facing the Art Gallery. In the winter months the rowing boats used to be moved to that yard, as the pond would freeze over and we were allowed to go on the ice the pond is less than a metre deep, I have seen it drained several times, once was for the wall that led to the stream to be rebuilt, just by the footpath bridge, that bridge was made of old tree logs. The water would come from the pond that was higher overflowed into a lower stream that passed under the road bridge and followed to cross the road by the Art gallery to near Balair then to the river Effra. There used to be a Stage near the Court Lane entrance made fron steel skaffoding tubes and a canvas or tarpauling sides, the stage was forward with a canopy over it, the performers dressed in a space behind a curtain, not a very profesional show. The address system was a microphone on a stand middle stage, wires going to a 5cwt Ford Van with a trumpet shaped Loaudspeaker on the roof parked alongside the railings of the seating area that had those iron framed folding chairs with slatted wooden seats, as the performance went on the small feet of the chair sank into the grassy turf to let the occupant fall off. I think it cost six pence for a seat. The show was more like the ones seen on the seaside Piers.

From Brum This story highlights the consequences of neglect. Its very sad. Caring for the elderly is a responsibility we all should share. I've been thinking about volunteering to help the elderly in our area for some time and the effects of this cold spell has prompted me to do something about it, instead of just thinking about it. Should a member give an oppinion as, that member is not old he is a fake! Thereafter nobody enquiers How is he? Those who did post to the member now no longer do so, on that unfounded oppinion, because the beleif of that one person. A member can if not led make their own decisions as to what they do. Making a wrong decision can mean life or death, but then who cares he was looking to score a point. Those who were beleivers are seen to be sbsent by all. I although old, I do try in my small way to see that others are able to look after themselves.

My day is Now, I still do what you should do.

There was a similar problem with brakes on comercial vehicles, the configuration that existed compromised the use of Air Vacuum to assist the applying of brakes, to hold the vehicle stationary, should the vacuum fail the brakes would release and the vehicle no longer remain stable could move with gravity. The later system with the brake applied untill they are released to allow the vehicle to move. This does have drawbacks as should a failier in the system occur the vehicle will stop.

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The Iron Strechers were uaed in the war they conformed to fit into ambulances, air raid shelters on to the existing wooden two tier frames ( to replace the wooden and canvasone ones ). These were mass produced a stock pile existed at Camberwell Dopots, and the other ones that were being taken and sold for old iron, to prevent this a solution was that the iron stretchers could be used to act as fences, these were taking up so much capacity in depots, they were painted green and built as a fence with a small brick pier to support each one, to the public it solved the enclosurer of the green spaces but we knew that they were the old stretchers that might have had the casualties or those who died on them, so they were unpopular. The depot that housed most of the stretchers was called Grove Vale Dopot, it has long gone it was opposite the East Dulwich railway station following the railway tracks. We as kids loved seeing the council Steam Road Rollers going about with the wooden workmans caravan on tow, they would stop for a refill of water at a Hydrant ( a metal Grating ) lifted in the pavement to expose the valve a three inch pipe could be screwed onto the waterboards emergency stand pipe, that suppied water to the nieghbours if a house had its normal supply worked on. Plenty of hissing and steam while the water tank refilled the fire under the boiler raked clear of the dying embers and the ash dropping into the tray beneath and sparks and black smoke, when the roller was ready it chugged away with the kids following it to find out what it was going to be used for. where the Roller had stood while it had been there remained water everywhere in the curb on the pavement and in the road now splashed onto pedestrians, with the coal dust and grey ash. Fred Dibner Had one of these.

Hi Cas. Can you give more details my family lived in that area for generations but laterly moved further afield, the older ones hAve now passed on, I have an early A to Z road atlas that shows the roads before the mass demolition and new housing built over old roads, I have tried to find an earlier one that showed all the small back streets and courtyards but with out luck, as these long gone pLaces keep coming up as the homes of the family. I did not live there I was born in Camberwell, and lived in Dulwich.

Molly. Things come to light that have remained lost for years, I did my family tree some years ago from 1764, the family came from Ireland in the Potato Famin , snd settled in the Newington & St Saviors eres. That is now known locally as the Elephant & Castle. A new branch has come to light as one of the widowers remarried this was just a few weeks ago, a cousin of that branch joined my website with my name, I got a message today that he had died. so I never met my namesake. It was a long letter I will show part of it the prior page give my family name. My lasting memories of my mother are of her sincere kindness and care for others. This extended beyond the family into the local community. My father Ernest was a bit of a loner, to some extent something which my brother and I have inherited, and he did not make friends easily. Mum was always prepared to stop and talk to neighbours and often ran errands for those who were unable to get about. I remember her regular bike trips to the local shops even quite late in life. When she died I received a number of letters from her neighbour friends in Stanmore relating her kindness even though she had moved to Eastbourne a few years before. My parents made sacrifices so that my brother and I had a good education and start in life. After the War Dad transferred from the practical engineering side of the GPO to office work and he earned a reasonable salary. Mum continued with part-time work she took up to make ends meet during the War years. They had a comfortable life but they worked hard for it. I think her early experience influenced her character for the rest of her life. I know that she played a leading part in her family from the age of 12 when her mother remarried. She told us how she returned to her family at Christmas and set to work cooking the dinner. She had no idea how she managed to do so but it was a success. Rebecca, being the youngest was the family favourite. This seems to have pushed more pressure on to Grace and I detected this rankled with her. We remember Mum telling us she refused to let her mother pay for her wedding while later Rebecca?s was paid for. There was no real malice or bitterness but just a hint that the sisters were never really close. The ?help others? trait was always present and Grace was a great mother. She was a super cook and always fed the family well - even during the rationing years of the War and after. Members of my Dad?s family lived in Kennington and were regular visitors to Stanmore. When visitors were about she would rarely be sitting around or taking part but spent her time in the kitchen preparing the meals. This sometimes extended to family outings when she would insist on staying at home so that everything was ready when we returned. There is no real need to say it but our family Christmas gatherings were really something to remember. My parents moved to Eastbourne where they spent their last few years. Dad died first leaving Mum to go on for a few more years until 1982. Even in her final years she helped neighbours. A close neighbor Mrs West lived nearby and became friends with Grace. In the end she missed seeing Mum and went over to see if she was OK. On entering the bungalow she found a pot burning on the cooker with the burnt remains of dinner. Grace was sitting in an arm chair pen in hand and football coupon on her lap - she had suffered a heart attack. Grace and Ernest are remembered in the ?Book of Remembrance? at Eastbourne Crematorium. A Memorial seat engraved ?Ernest and Grace Basire? was placed next to the bus stop near their bungalow for friends and neighbours when waiting for the bus. When the company installed a shelter the seat was moved to the Crematorium gardens. Finally, as I write this (2nd February 2010), I learn my younger brother Norman has just passed away. Now, out of my close childhood family of four, I find myself the last survivor. Eric L Basire

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Hi Molly. I dont think I can help I lived higher up Lordship Lane, but my fathers brother lived in the next road Nutfield Road, he and his wife are now deceased. Shorty.

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Ted thank you for your assumptions, I have never pretended that a presentation was mine or included my name to it. The items that I posted of the Vi & Vii Bombs were Steve's who is a member here he raised no objection to those being used to further his investigations, and even stated it here. You are making unsupported remarks that are guiding others to think your way, and act on your belief. I need no instruction on the use of how to use my posts. Might it be imagination on your part to suggest that I am talking to myself. Thank you for giving me credit of other members, I do not want it. In my very limited time using the computer things are learnt, such as one member picking errors in anothers posts never looking at his/her own, that often show him as dominant, and some times a complete fool. If you would prefer that I did not post then say so, as the members might agree with you, but on the other hand may support me, and reject you. I only carry on a subject that gets replies of interest shown. I have some very doubtful thoughts of members but I do not usually respond to a personal attack. I joined this website to find my previous neighbours and friends but they have not responded as I looks that they are gone. This does with your distasteful message make me considder Do I want to remain here? Regards Shorty.

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Can you change a two headed penny for four farthings?

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Strange I was talking to a man who had done lots of work in that house, today. Here is the house.