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|  | | Memoirs of a London boy in the 50’s and 60’s
This is a book about growing up in South East London in the 50’s and 60’s, times were hard and poverty was the norm for many families but we did not see ourselves as deprived in any way because everyone was in the same boat. I must have been 6 or 7 years old before I saw a banana and that was treated with great suspicion.
This book contains a lot of humour because when times are hard you are inclined to laugh at most things including the poor old lady who slipped on the snow, clutching her wicker basket between her legs and flew down the hill in Ballamore Road, Downham with her legs in the air showing her bloomers, I am smiling as I write this!!
Who remembers scrumping? Mother told us that it was illegal but collecting windfalls was legal, now we were never sure about this bit of “legal advice” from mother but we always told her that we had collected windfalls (ok so we told some fibs)
Saturday morning flicks at the bug hutch (the Splendid on Bromley Road) were great fun and we did not need iPads, iPods, laptops and various other devices to keep us occupied and I ask you, how many grown-ups have fought off aliens and dinosaurs in Elmsted Woods? Not as many as us and then we would arrive home after spending all day up the wood |
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