bingobongo

Well. a cheap van would be better. You could park it somewhere quiet every evening. Having the same gasply neighbours every night, seems like a very bad idea to me...

Hear hear, mate! What an absolute load of garbage it is to rattle on about "hysteria" in such a situation! Anyone in any doubt go read up the details of symptoms and treatment for hospitalised people, the appalling business of having to try to breath via a tube shoved down your throat. Unbelievable lack of empathy/understanding, to take risks with anyone elses health by moaning about masks etc. Just get on with it, and shut up.

HORRIBLE!!!HOW CAN YOU BEAR IT!!! Change of lifestyle sounds essential to me! How about "Van Life", or a "Tiny House" in the countryside? So much stress must be bad for your health.

I don't think its ok NOT AT ALL! To just walk past and do nothing! Everyone might do something useful in such a situation, even if it's just to stand well away and scream/shout/draw attenion to the situation. That's all I could do, once, when a bloke started punching another one in a Road Rage incident. I wouldn't have gone anywhere near them, but I yelled at them as loud as I could. Other people stopped then, and the bloke doing the punching got in his car and drove away. I'm glad your bro is ok, he must have been terrified.

Oh my how strange! Those weird names for the Magdala! Have I got the right pub!!? Maybe not...corner of Northcross Road? I passed the pub every day from 1946 to....? On my way to St Johns and St Clements CE School.They had two huge brewers dray Carthorses ..pulling a wooden wagon with barrels on it. A lot of horses and carts, still, then! Lots of horse poo in the roads,my dad collected it when he could ..for our roses. Smell of steaming horses and can remember them chomping their hay from nose bags. I suppose it doesn't look like that now.

http://dulwichonview.org.uk/2014/08/27/recycled-war-stretchers/ Photos here and story of ARP metal stretchers.. with before and after metal fences..photos of the blocks of flats on dog kennel hill.. and a close up of one stretcher segment of the stretcher fence...

..... at the new built Epiphany > Hall in Bassano street; built where the bomb > shelters used to be I believe. New built....cant be...It's in street party photos when I was 3..45. I think you are 14 years younger than me..So it had been around quite a while..I looked at it recently, on the street view map..It had stone steps up to the top floor on the outside wall, lordship lane end .when I was at St Johns..But they are covered up and inside the extension now. So part was new.. We used to go to the bomb shelter, it isn't under the hall..it has the car park on top now, next to the Epiph'. I do recall Blackmore?s on the > opposite corner, his old NSU scooter parked > outside, crisps, Dandelion & Burdock, Zing, Tizer, > flying saucers, Sweet Cigarettes, Jamboree Bags & > suchlike sensations. Mr Blackmore was ex RAF? He knew all kinds of clever stuff, so educated everyone .. He took over the corner shop from Mrs Murton (Merton) His sister. I remember that list of things, with coconut mushrooms, coconut chips, tiger nuts, curly whirlies, raspberry ripple ice cream, Mivvies..After Sunday school meeting place. > > To BingoBongo:- I went to school with a lad who > lived in Kent House on Bassano, by the name of > Stephen Wayne. Did you know the Wayne family? I > went to cubs in the Epiphany Hall, 10th Camberwell > ?C? pack. By the way, great photo of yourself and > your Sister. We lived in the top flat of Kent House, with the yard which must have been the flat roof of the lower building, We moved out when I was four, our window, with its x sticky tape and roll up blackout blind.. looked over the Epiphany Hall.. I don't remember anyone else who lived there, but there was a small boy called Colin who waS in one photo..I think he lived there... Thanks for reminders! Have a happy Christmas

Google "street view" maps...Perfect for revisiting old territories! ...I went to "see" my mum again yesterday..Not there now of course.. and visited my aunt and Uncles flat, ex above doctor Gunewardenes surgery on Pellat/Landcroft on the way..everything looking more or less the same, only familiar faces, long gone. But still..Just as if they might appear at any second! Someone reminded me... No one said "streets"..then. "Turnings" ..they were called. Very odd! Will look at the different architecture..

Y'man Wrote: ------------------------------------------------- > > It's a bit small, the school photo, and when I > zoom in it gets blurred. But yes, I do believe > you have my eldest brother (deceased) there. If it > is, that would make you around the beginning of > your seventh decade? Mr. Hughes was still > teaching at St Johns when I got there. > > On the chimney, another thought I had was that > it might be from the one time brick factory! I > had an old ordnance survey map at one time that > showed parts of Dulwich were a market garden. > Then, as it was gradually urbanised, they used > local clay on which most of Dulwich & Peckham > sits, and there was a small brick factory closeby. > No idea where it was or when it was destroyed and > the chimney felled but it's a thought. Interesting ref the clay! I didn't know that, but do remember how easy it was to find very nice clay for model making! There was a boggy bit of 'wild' terrain in Townley Rd, where you could quite easily dig up smooth, light brown clay, ace for models, baked in the stove.. I'm sorry you lost your brother, I'm 74..I might have a better photo..I know many of the names and remember them all pretty clearly ...Mr and Mrs Hughes super nice.. lived in Dulwich Village..

Y'man Wrote: ---- If the bus stopped at the > stop on Lordship Lane hill, it was going slow > enough at Milo Rd to jump off and save the walk > back from The Plough. Were we really that lazy or > merely boys with the daring do! Jumping off buses and on buses too! Was just the thing to do! Not lazy! The hill stop (my stop) was a request, so if nobody rang the bell you might be obliged to jump off or do the long walk back.. And Running and leaping onto buses that were just taking off, or stopped at traffic lights..Could save a long wait! Horribly dangerous! No H and S regs. then! Just the conductor to say 'hold on tight, now!' to anyone without a seat. Or riding on the 'platform' wind and rain blowing in! A long time since I saw a London bus, I suppose they all have doors now!

Here is a photo of Mr Hughes class, St John's...8 year olds? 1950? Not sure...Is one of your brothers here!?

solar Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Unfortunately some years ago the first class baths > were replaced with a fitness centre. The smaller > second class pool is now the only pool. It would > have been better in my opinion to have filled in > the second class pool and kept the much nicer > first class pool with its lovely viewing gallery. Did you go swimming there, Solar? You've got clear memories of both pools? I know now there were two.. I think The second class pool had only curtains over the changing cubicle doors..First class had wooden swing doors. They put too much chlorine in the water, sometimes, then everyone had red eyes..

Sorry I can't make the photo turn around, no "edit" button...That's my elder sister and I, sitting on the family bath. No bathroom in our flat (Bassano street)...Lav in a shed at the end of the yard. If you walk to the end of the street you could see the big bomb site..Air raid shelter, directly opposite our block..Anyone out there recognise us?!!

Just coming back to me, as shadows through mist! First and second class baths!! I can see the changing cubicles as clearly as if I'm about to go in...I think it must have been second class!? But Not sure.. The last couple of changing cubicles were very small, the wall sloped to cut those two, almost to thin triangles, there was just enough room to change. There was a spring board and diving boards, and as I remember it..Queues of skinny naughty boys, in raggy bathing trunks, bombing into the deep end..sceeching and making zoo animal noises.who were free to torture scared girls, like me..as they liked. I was impressed I wanted to do all the daring things they did, so our school pool,for all girls only,was a practice pitch. There were hot water, bath tub baths, as well. It didnt cost much for a big bathfull of very hot water.. Thinking about the chimney...I remember seeing a big chimney somewhere along that swimming pool road, could have been the pool, or maybe, the hat factory? There were sometimes huge heaps of pith helmets? They looked like pith helmets to me.. Stacked outside, waiting for collection/delivery? The person whose mum worked in the post office!! I expect she might have known my mum! In 44 my mum pushed me around in a sec hand wheelchair, we were too hard up to own a real "pram" ..We lived a bit less than 100 yards from the big bomb on lordship lane.but my mother my sister and I had gone to Staffordshire to get away from the bombing, for little while then.I walked over the bomb site, sometimes on the way home from school..St John's...When older..From 47..

Ron Liversage you wrote "From the garden, I could see the church on the left and Lordship Lane. Also there were some prefabs and one of my school mates lived in the prefab directly behind us".. The prefabs behind your house were home territory!....so mates.Would be..The Patricks? Micalefs? Longmans? Seymours?..Two more families..Billy and Linda in one and a boy in another...can't remember those names...all of them there in the 50s.