Category Archives: Autobiography

Back in time for the family

This past bank holiday weekend, my wife and I went to her sister’s house in Billericay. This time Aunty June came from Wolverhampton, with her two sons Andrew and Michael and their families. June was born in 1926 making her … Continue reading

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Working on council estates

I worked for fifty years in Hackney and Havering on Council estates as a plumber. Like everybody else Council tenants are of all kinds of people: loud, selfish, helpful, timid, stupid and clever and I nearly forgot the rich and … Continue reading

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Another visit to Fordwich

On holiday in 1951, we went to the beautiful garden of Kent I don’t remember the journey much, but I was so happy we went Through Blackheath, the hired car trundled the road The A2 quaint old scenery, the Oast … Continue reading

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Corporal Punishment at Sir Philip Magnus School, 1950s

Unfortunately, all schools throughout my childhood indulged in barbaric acts of sadistic punishment attempting to intimidate.  I’ve been subjected to some of these acts and I’ve witnessed all of them. At various times as a young boy, I was accused … Continue reading

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The big wide world

A couple of years after I had completed my apprenticeship I was being sent all over the country. I was sent to Scotland to work on a power station. All in all it got me down so one Monday morning … Continue reading

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Hard Work in the 1970s

Bob died some years ago and was a formidable builder. He and I gravitated together. We teamed up on small construction projects, with the occasional larger job. Once we were in The George, just off of Lea Bridge Road, Hackney. … Continue reading

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Going to my first dance hall

In about 1959, I and four friends from the plumbing course at our senior school met regularly outside of school hours. David Day, Terry Stockbridge, Malcolm Murray and Mickey (Jumbo) James, were more like brothers than my own real family. … Continue reading

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