tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54321336437344154292024-03-15T07:29:28.382+00:00OLD DEPTFORD HISTORYThis website is dedicated to the past History of Deptford. If you have any stranger than fiction stories about Deptford I would welcome your input. This may include stories of the people, the places still here or long gone, the characters, the war years, ghost stories and haunted places, ancient buildings and bygone memories, long forgotten.
You can contact me with your stories at axelgs1@yahoo.co.ukAndyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.comBlogger242125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-76393820932775457112023-10-02T14:21:00.001+01:002023-10-02T14:21:37.638+01:00Help for Tony<p> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1itguBwnIwkhN3zALXD-LkMl8drQFIaPtzkgvyUbhLU-QVUNatMdpJtyWi8U0REtAc9dOK3rKsEiYCNLtGyZtHtoqXMLUmPvDT11OTWo2eZjuV4Q_twBA9760OYWjgnh6n-9le5AvqywZexd-9LHEglXaUpguH1cIyIaP8QOgioshtRGiZYRZoDKFoPN/s275/download.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1itguBwnIwkhN3zALXD-LkMl8drQFIaPtzkgvyUbhLU-QVUNatMdpJtyWi8U0REtAc9dOK3rKsEiYCNLtGyZtHtoqXMLUmPvDT11OTWo2eZjuV4Q_twBA9760OYWjgnh6n-9le5AvqywZexd-9LHEglXaUpguH1cIyIaP8QOgioshtRGiZYRZoDKFoPN/w320-h213/download.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br />Hi,</span><p></p><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I read this morning, with great interest, your Old Deptford History, very good, so much information. My reason for looking on your site was because I am starting a novel which begins in Deptford High Street in the summer of 1914.</span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Why I am sure you ask am I starting my novel there. My mother and her family, of two sisters and four brothers, were born there, although I'm not sure if they were all born there certainly some of them where. 1921 was the year my mother was born there and many years before she passed in 1999 I took her back there. I still have relatives, a sister and now a son that lives in London so I have been a regular visitor over all of my life, indeed I worked there myself for several years.</span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">On my visit back, and in previous family recollections, I learnt about Carrington House, the 'Doss house' it was called, and I learnt about the area and a specific part which I want to check my memory on. My mother said their two up two down terrace was in Speedwell Street. I remember her taking me along the high street, through a passageway to an area behind the high street that was the terrace that they lived in. My grandparents only rented the top two rooms, there was a second family on the ground floor. I clearly remember being told by my mothers two older brothers that conditions where so cramped that they went next door to sleep.</span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">The other memory I have, as I said if it is true, is that these terraces where opposite a high wall that had behind it an abattoir. I can , I am sure, remember my mother talking about hearing the cattle and the noise and smell. As the family grew they moved to a property in New Cross which was eventually bombed and a final move for the family to Woolwich road in Charlton. </span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Could you, or your many subscribers, confirm if my memory is correct before I commit this to paper.</span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122131490" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Kindest regards,</span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122047552" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Tony </span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122047552" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122047552" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122047552" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy6LcuJu3_cTmby6ipH1EFxsY0BpvcuntLpeStOLL9hr1L2rWxHCZm2-d8wmQ_De3lYIxq3L0tTHaN4oQwI0nQEywBUcXP3huYlZYMgBM_LGtCM9lsNptXRjc0cmoqAePw_OagBE4FbmxAyONRIBcv4d9jeSTi6EdPZ3mA0YPMqOx9mmqLpC_0VwkP7whi/s1280/7585510048_ac2e7e2b09_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy6LcuJu3_cTmby6ipH1EFxsY0BpvcuntLpeStOLL9hr1L2rWxHCZm2-d8wmQ_De3lYIxq3L0tTHaN4oQwI0nQEywBUcXP3huYlZYMgBM_LGtCM9lsNptXRjc0cmoqAePw_OagBE4FbmxAyONRIBcv4d9jeSTi6EdPZ3mA0YPMqOx9mmqLpC_0VwkP7whi/s320/7585510048_ac2e7e2b09_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122047552" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Last 4 houses left standing in Speedwell Street. </span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122047552" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122047552" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Photo curtesy of Tony.</span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122047552" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">His facebook page is here</span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122047552" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122047552" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">https://www.facebook.com/thestateoflondon/photos?tab=album&album_id=127196217837206</span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122047552" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122047552" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122073319" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div class="yiv7572485171elementToProof" id="yiv7572485171yMail_cursorElementTracker_1692122073669" style="font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-10878828022416151622023-10-02T14:09:00.001+01:002023-10-02T14:09:40.627+01:00Memories all the way from Australia <p> <span face="sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">G'day from sunny Queensland.</span></p><div style="font-family: sans-serif; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br clear="none" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: sans-serif;">I</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> have just discovered your articles about old Deptford in SE London - <i style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">fascinating. </i> I was actually searching for a 'doss house' there called Carrington House - now an unlikely upmarket apartment building I understand - my interest being piqued by a recent TV programme.. </span></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br clear="none" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;">In the early '60s I was Public Health Inspector with Deptford Borough Council - as was - and was required to make occasional late-night inspections of Carrington House. It was pretty eerie, walking - accompanied by a staff member, I recall - through dormitories with their serried ranks of beds each occupied by a sleeping male, but the odd thing was that it was pretty quiet and clean, and there were no nasty odours, as one may have expected. </span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br clear="none" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;">I also remember some of the nearby places and shops mentioned by other correspondents, such as the Noble's/ Nobels toy shop - bliss for youngsters - and a nearby cinema..</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br clear="none" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;">Prior to this time my family had moved into the brand-new Deloraine House council flats in Tanners Hill, and I went to the nearby primary school, Lucas St Primary. After 12-plus exams I then went on to St Olave's Grammar School in nearby Rotherhithe (strangely, the sadistic Headmaster there was one Dr RC Carrington).. </span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br clear="none" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;">In time the family moved to the slightly greener pastures of Eltham, but I returned to Deptford in my early 20s to work as a PHI for the Council. This job took me all over Deptford and New Cross - on foot of course - so I saw much of the place in those days. It was very, <i style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">very</i> much lower working class, still with slums or near-slums commonplace, and not much of Merry England or 'homes fit for heroes' about it. </span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br clear="none" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;">Thank you for your very interesting Deptford posts, which I shall explore more closely now that I have found it.</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br clear="none" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;">Best regards..</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br clear="none" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;">Lawrence Watson </span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br clear="none" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;">Brisbane, Australia</span></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-87726092210554450462023-10-02T14:04:00.003+01:002023-10-02T14:04:55.846+01:00Whitcher Street. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Hi there,</span><p></p><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I came across your blog whilst looking for information on Whitcher Street, which appears to have existed between the late 1940s to 1970 or thereabouts.</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">My father, Albert Eric Whitcher (8/7/1927-28/7/2023, native of Epsom, Surrey) had learned in the early 70s that the street was being redeveloped, and purchased the street sign from the council.</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">It was on display in my childhood home in Battle, East Sussex, and later my father's home in Bury, Lancashire, to which he retired (that's another story of it's own). I also live in Bury.</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I attach a few photographs. You can see me, aged perhaps 4 or 5, standing next to the sign in the little photo.</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">My Father was cremated and his ashes interred at the family grave in Epsom on 22/9/23, and there was a family memorial meal. One of the relatives present was my cousin, the son of Dad's youngest sister. He and his Mum are Australian - they emigrated there some 55-60 years ago.</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We had a family photo taken at Dad's memorial meal with the Whitcher St sign, and my cousin asked that if I was going to sell it, please could he have it for his Mum as a birthday gift. I agreed, and today he's sent me a picture of his Mum and their family at her birthday, with the street sign.</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We're curious to know anything we can about Whitcher St. I did several searches and found that it had had prefabs after WW2, now demolished, and that it appears on an Ordnance Survey TQ map (1947-1964) held at the National Library of Scotland.</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Geographically, it sat above Knoyle St, running between Sanford St and towards Woodpecker St, following the railway line. Nowadays, the only allusion is to Whitcher Place, 0.2m further down on the end of Chubworthy St, and not actually located on the original Whitcher St at all. The NLS website has a transparency feature overlaying the OS TQ map with a modern satellite view.</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We would be very interested in anything you or your readers can tell us about how the street was named, built or designated.<br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" />Thank you very much, and my Lord Jesus bless you and yours,</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgNfkstAP2ODW7aHel96vdIsetPEU6EZGkiR2cB7RrD9-rNLKbTRCZU4_tChvZpWpOimVQGs_kgY91gK-wEPFmLI2Nv0FYQlhSA69i8HQI5XG9fGrgSb6wMWjE2hxKSGAeL5S8Q6trB2QpsASSV-0mng8nVRRoMGzo1wy0yiOw_29ecVjca5YEPEIdLhQN/s3650/Studio_20231002_140317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2738" data-original-width="3650" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgNfkstAP2ODW7aHel96vdIsetPEU6EZGkiR2cB7RrD9-rNLKbTRCZU4_tChvZpWpOimVQGs_kgY91gK-wEPFmLI2Nv0FYQlhSA69i8HQI5XG9fGrgSb6wMWjE2hxKSGAeL5S8Q6trB2QpsASSV-0mng8nVRRoMGzo1wy0yiOw_29ecVjca5YEPEIdLhQN/s320/Studio_20231002_140317.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br /></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1N8D8fujkLcaWzpIg4DSZof2eslf7RAOd9knGAKCFnIv7c1iSARFiV_Kj_LMwbZaEhDsIVmxoRs7RC-qyYyf-7Ie3-OkwUeOFVfFCkb34WgIPSn_5ePKXcAb7024sRGgE_8_LNXb3l5DpTvLULdXZwko-VZYelGmA92772RaSvqfgqQW0eGV_BnYoXfTs/s4000/IMG_20230824_160055.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1N8D8fujkLcaWzpIg4DSZof2eslf7RAOd9knGAKCFnIv7c1iSARFiV_Kj_LMwbZaEhDsIVmxoRs7RC-qyYyf-7Ie3-OkwUeOFVfFCkb34WgIPSn_5ePKXcAb7024sRGgE_8_LNXb3l5DpTvLULdXZwko-VZYelGmA92772RaSvqfgqQW0eGV_BnYoXfTs/s320/IMG_20230824_160055.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: sans-serif; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br /></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-34697787678454630172023-06-30T13:56:00.000+01:002023-06-30T13:56:16.864+01:00A Bedmaker ... Carrington House.<p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I have just discovered your Old Deptford web site. I see a lot of comments from 2012, but I hope you are still involved and interested. I have been researching a friend's family history, and found hergrandmother living in Douglas Street Deptford in the 1921 census.She was aged 46, wife and mother, but it was unusual that she had a occupation, which was apparently shared by about 100 other people in the area. She was a "bedmaker" employed by the LCC at Carrington House, Brookmill Road, Deptford. From the information on the web site about this "doss house" it doesn't sound a very congenial job!</span></p><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Anyway I hope this tidbit was of some interest to you.<br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Yours, Dave Jacobs</span></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-61841746288588407622023-03-17T12:45:00.000+00:002023-03-17T12:45:26.509+00:00Emperor of the United States<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1yQNYXsdFNsB7Fg_yBdwH-7Tj21CkxasWqkLbLtk90f2J5IoJ2JRDt_p5dQHwSiMWKK9txT5Q8FziSjlTHqwG6O99kEefntBTXrTlUvHQCAvf0qqgj5RvvfJQ7_3QDu6c64KAUvXYOsNZ4Q_NiQOc_bs3AXQma-vnmyUR9pQDaRi8iAxYhaEPxKSSqg/s800/US_His-Imperial-Majesty-Emperor-Norton-I-portrait-crop_scaled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1yQNYXsdFNsB7Fg_yBdwH-7Tj21CkxasWqkLbLtk90f2J5IoJ2JRDt_p5dQHwSiMWKK9txT5Q8FziSjlTHqwG6O99kEefntBTXrTlUvHQCAvf0qqgj5RvvfJQ7_3QDu6c64KAUvXYOsNZ4Q_NiQOc_bs3AXQma-vnmyUR9pQDaRi8iAxYhaEPxKSSqg/s320/US_His-Imperial-Majesty-Emperor-Norton-I-portrait-crop_scaled.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span face="sans-serif"><br /></span><p></p><p><span face="sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Hi All</span></p><p><span face="sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">My name is John Lumea. I live in Boston and am the founder of a nonprofit, THE EMPEROR NORTON TRUST, that since 2013 has been working on a variety of fronts — research, education, advocacy — to advance the legacy of a San Francisco eccentric and sometime visionary that declared himself "Emperor of the United States" in 1859 and went on to become a folk hero and patron saint of his adopted city.</span></p><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">He was born <b style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">Joshua Abraham Norton</b> in Deptford — the best evidence points to a birth date of 4 February 1818. Joshua was born to Jewish parents — <b style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">John Norton</b> and <b style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">Sarah Norden</b> — and, it appears that he was circumcised in Deptford on 13 February 1818. </span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I recognize this is a long shot. But, I wonder if you or anyone else associated with the Old Deptford History project know anything about <b style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">where in Deptford Joshua and his family lived? A street? An address? </b>Was there a known "Jewish district" in Deptford at this time?</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Joshua's family remained in Deptford for only another two years. They were among the "1820 Settlers" who emigrated to South Africa that year as part of a well-documented British colonization scheme. They boarded the ship <i style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">Belle Alliance</i> in Deptford in late December 1819. After being delayed by ice on the Thames for more than a month, the ship finally was able to sail on 12 February 1820.</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Many thanks for any light you can shed on the Nortons' place of residence in Deptford.</span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> <br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">John Lumea</b><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><b style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">Founder</b></span></span></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><b style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; overflow-wrap: break-word;">THE EMPEROR NORTON TRUST</span></b></div><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><b style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="color: #666666; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-family: sans-serif; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><b style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="color: #666666; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br /></span></b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-34851608842299339942022-10-14T14:59:00.001+01:002022-10-15T08:22:44.378+01:00Deptford Memories by Jeff Manning<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> My name is Jeff Manning,
and I was born and bred in Deptford (1950-1970) and I would like to share my
memories of Deptford with other deptfordites. </span></span></p>
<p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="cf01" style="font-size: medium;">Deptford had 2
excellent pie and mash shops I remember my brother and me eating in Goddards </span></span></p><p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="cf01" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgY5fbvLxM1uE_q_G5A2VEKMldgbL63_Tvi62X919RlIbt7CIznYewB6jYZnT-2RkshAAnE4JnGqNQmacWRZQ08FFexdgRTuW-NWYR5EhnIQVY8EWLxOVxpy9F7z181i_a0BO29y13tV4AW0JR5dgOBJEHos-Qq86kvgPkJVEIwxRvBUfOOry3ouD743g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgY5fbvLxM1uE_q_G5A2VEKMldgbL63_Tvi62X919RlIbt7CIznYewB6jYZnT-2RkshAAnE4JnGqNQmacWRZQ08FFexdgRTuW-NWYR5EhnIQVY8EWLxOVxpy9F7z181i_a0BO29y13tV4AW0JR5dgOBJEHos-Qq86kvgPkJVEIwxRvBUfOOry3ouD743g" width="320" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">when it was in Evelyn Street but we also enjoyed pie and mash in Manzes </span></div><div><p></p><p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuopWD3KX5ccnQ06ZH3RzVR4DvnbvdNbYkZpx-qg0RZLr_HvwaFpj_TIITmtiE9STNiKxaUEWbiZVeiXQkdfuORlGt5NFvjJ2oLvTOJT0s10u7wMLrDiMhDBSt6MolsqbeAo2cNP1PapJYDaAKZsvJuOCuJLthW_p4T4eKgo2fCL5SUTKg8K-bGSGhoQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuopWD3KX5ccnQ06ZH3RzVR4DvnbvdNbYkZpx-qg0RZLr_HvwaFpj_TIITmtiE9STNiKxaUEWbiZVeiXQkdfuORlGt5NFvjJ2oLvTOJT0s10u7wMLrDiMhDBSt6MolsqbeAo2cNP1PapJYDaAKZsvJuOCuJLthW_p4T4eKgo2fCL5SUTKg8K-bGSGhoQ" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /><span>(Pie and
mash was one shilling and 4d for a Pepsi to wash it down.) Does anyone
remember the toy shop on Lamerton Street? </span></span><p></p>
<p class="pf0"><span class="cf01"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">See below a
list of shops I remember:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="cf01" style="font-size: medium;">Edwards the
Bakers baked delicious Jam doughnuts they were only a penny each.</span></span></p><p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="cf01" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="cf01" style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPRwcbXiqditIVB-Fr6RWJMwp7Fv58aVtG6NXs9hdrI-cM2IUHoWyKEUSkLF2ncZyWk20ROPSgW6Yk6T8ql4rWZzGfZ9-bpwAe-Tc9ZuZpdSLczXzQRVF4ybajpUhccm4eyFRbvpqSpGVt9cjpxKfvT1PWXQdkz3P2NOGXWhgtyVpB1K5CjIjiHwkxBQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="328" data-original-width="425" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPRwcbXiqditIVB-Fr6RWJMwp7Fv58aVtG6NXs9hdrI-cM2IUHoWyKEUSkLF2ncZyWk20ROPSgW6Yk6T8ql4rWZzGfZ9-bpwAe-Tc9ZuZpdSLczXzQRVF4ybajpUhccm4eyFRbvpqSpGVt9cjpxKfvT1PWXQdkz3P2NOGXWhgtyVpB1K5CjIjiHwkxBQ" width="311" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="cf01" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><p></p><p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="cf01" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="cf01" style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJwqXKGnTysgc4NVX93dNqgeAK_9DrVnOKMlatEL0mknVo1DDFSlkbsQiEaiTKDnNMWJQg7hZiUbhNt3xZAb46_w0HFqPTTwnP288XfYNSFsAeomzp-feAGyKT3xcN8zSYX03C5F1lL2Ul-TBUoCndiA_v3sTza0eGA4BgEBzXq7OaDdBLvVPu6zcnBA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="563" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJwqXKGnTysgc4NVX93dNqgeAK_9DrVnOKMlatEL0mknVo1DDFSlkbsQiEaiTKDnNMWJQg7hZiUbhNt3xZAb46_w0HFqPTTwnP288XfYNSFsAeomzp-feAGyKT3xcN8zSYX03C5F1lL2Ul-TBUoCndiA_v3sTza0eGA4BgEBzXq7OaDdBLvVPu6zcnBA" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="cf01" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Fantos
(Does anybody know when Fantos first came to Deptford?)</span></span><p></p><p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="cf01" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="cf01" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="cf01" style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPJvV0FtihnRz77K96cAKDZ1Pj9pgMaI7RG7sjBv7nHo6xSJP7rLZ6fXnDjwreJwXwsHf7CdYvI0juuXZz391IATDRb-P42e5DvVimJRn91JJ0j4sS8--_K_7b0v3fVlAvbk_ILxLXmi7FIYJM4LHXWS7zSdNF10yYhtKnnhu_A0EsgLfHRuyqkTPnww" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="757" data-original-width="564" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPJvV0FtihnRz77K96cAKDZ1Pj9pgMaI7RG7sjBv7nHo6xSJP7rLZ6fXnDjwreJwXwsHf7CdYvI0juuXZz391IATDRb-P42e5DvVimJRn91JJ0j4sS8--_K_7b0v3fVlAvbk_ILxLXmi7FIYJM4LHXWS7zSdNF10yYhtKnnhu_A0EsgLfHRuyqkTPnww" width="179" /></a></span></span></div><p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Mayne’s, Swans
Bookstall (Deptford Market Yard), Woolworths</span></p>
<p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span class="cf01">Johnson’s Bakers, Bridges
Fish and Chip shop Douglas Way</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span class="cf01">Perry’s sweet shop
Douglas Street, Pecry's</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span class="cf01">Rossi ice cream
shop (Deptford high street and New Cross Road)</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span class="cf01">Marks and Spencer,
Ovenells (Winkle Stall), </span>Lillie’s (Shere Road)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="pf0"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihGQXP3D70o5khsenJ28tn5k1GUGZeNFqn4EpVFIB_Fw7W1fEp_1CgZe2IOT4vDKvu6toKmJe__I4TQ02FTLcIGk3zbUshIBRWWox4Tu53MmjtBVld0CgFIfBRPI15YdndQJdsU0e96TcGj36b_u_YjnGHEmP6dNf6EhGVEVU1rCsc5GIvPlSqSSJfxQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="429" data-original-width="563" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihGQXP3D70o5khsenJ28tn5k1GUGZeNFqn4EpVFIB_Fw7W1fEp_1CgZe2IOT4vDKvu6toKmJe__I4TQ02FTLcIGk3zbUshIBRWWox4Tu53MmjtBVld0CgFIfBRPI15YdndQJdsU0e96TcGj36b_u_YjnGHEmP6dNf6EhGVEVU1rCsc5GIvPlSqSSJfxQ" width="315" /></a></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Shopping in Deptford High Street on a Saturday with my mum in
the fifties used to take a long time before supermarkets you had to queue up at
all the different shops, but it was always busy and vibrant in Deptford then, the
crowds so big sometimes you had to walk in the road. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> D</span></o:p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">eptford High Street Signs</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">10 Trickett Co Ltd
1889 </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">160 -162 Rebuilt 1846</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHwzP-vUYRFAss4X4TQNxOUGeGSy0mGDiQh_8f3frAoFfgJknd_xLNsoOMg77TJVDgYu5LhDCZT2IU2yewZ-3CCzgNSvYgsw3do1ew80UPeDsH4g1yhnZnoOfaDl_WKDaLqpVEsR6KX-y37qIr6QNJKw7wk96pXz8DKMOjx08dbpGWSBlxwl7VRUW2Ww" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="640" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHwzP-vUYRFAss4X4TQNxOUGeGSy0mGDiQh_8f3frAoFfgJknd_xLNsoOMg77TJVDgYu5LhDCZT2IU2yewZ-3CCzgNSvYgsw3do1ew80UPeDsH4g1yhnZnoOfaDl_WKDaLqpVEsR6KX-y37qIr6QNJKw7wk96pXz8DKMOjx08dbpGWSBlxwl7VRUW2Ww" width="320" /></a></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">45 Red Lion & Wheatsheaf<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiru7K8mWtw0jQi59NHIitq9J4BuzUxU6bEhJe0SnJpUkvsb9_a3T0JTHPaA165sjIInHUwGIovv7NZki6hkOhlShKljJGMOWF_YH6TryK4_GvMkKhcpeLR2qu1ODA_-McsLtAptWfTrPWr4nqEGBvHejstEZDl3DTlN6KJuYDijxlGbhlIxDxL1pV3AQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1003" data-original-width="750" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiru7K8mWtw0jQi59NHIitq9J4BuzUxU6bEhJe0SnJpUkvsb9_a3T0JTHPaA165sjIInHUwGIovv7NZki6hkOhlShKljJGMOWF_YH6TryK4_GvMkKhcpeLR2qu1ODA_-McsLtAptWfTrPWr4nqEGBvHejstEZDl3DTlN6KJuYDijxlGbhlIxDxL1pV3AQ" width="179" /></a></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">77 Caxton House?
(Ladies School in the 1820s)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">91 Deptford High Street Built in 1898<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Corner of Hamilton Street and Deptford High street 2 small
street signs (Hamilton street and Hamilton Place)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">thanks all</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Jeff</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-80879224309744373142022-09-07T19:14:00.000+01:002022-09-07T19:14:33.356+01:0013 Deptford High Street.<p> <span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Hello</span></p><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Thank you for creating the old deptford history website I have enjoyed reading the articles and looking at the old photos,it brought back so many wonderful memories.<br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I was born and bred in Deptford and have always had an interest in the history of Deptford. I was always curious about the building at number 13 Deptford High Street with its pillars at the front , 3 steps and the iron railings, it seemed out of place with the rest of the buildings near it.<br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Could you please let me know if you any information about this building?<br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Cheers<br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Jeff<br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Jeff Manning</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Hi Jeff</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">The London Street directory shows Lipton Ltd occupying the property.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">London Street Listings in 1940.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Deptford High street <br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />West side<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />1 Maison Alvarez, ladies tailor<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />4,7 & 9 Burton Montague Ltd, tailors<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />11 Sandford Bros, fruiterers<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />13 Lipton Ltd, provision dealers<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />13A Wellbeloved William Hy, butcher</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rLuuautbHHcq8QrHkx4OiVUAZh8qPC1avLUzl8ymuC3DNZr6_MuMOwssBMOZTKPd7dNDKe1hFoqaL_idvH9VHLpO4wfuowjuSFFO7OHTl3KZblXiQcYZmIVBVqI7BE6wNRWReXuPIR88z514grC-oJK--KSzIpseDWjpAnqWuExmWfq5QkuI3IjZoQ/s730/lipton_deptfors.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="730" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rLuuautbHHcq8QrHkx4OiVUAZh8qPC1avLUzl8ymuC3DNZr6_MuMOwssBMOZTKPd7dNDKe1hFoqaL_idvH9VHLpO4wfuowjuSFFO7OHTl3KZblXiQcYZmIVBVqI7BE6wNRWReXuPIR88z514grC-oJK--KSzIpseDWjpAnqWuExmWfq5QkuI3IjZoQ/s320/lipton_deptfors.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">It's obvious Liptons where in the area.</span><p></p></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-39374444024178575642022-08-28T11:35:00.002+01:002022-08-28T11:39:42.921+01:00Help for Warren McIver tracing family History.<p><span><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Hi All</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span>The story I have is less a story about Deptford and more about a family mystery that led me to Deptford. </span><span>I live in Auckland New Zealand. My son and his family live in Walthamstow in London and we visit as often as we can to help out with their young family. I have always had the unusual feeling when we visit that I belong here. </span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">I hold the name McIver because that was my father’s adopted name. He was adopted by his grandmother and her 3rd husband. His family emigrated to NZ from Northern Ireland in the 1880s. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">His grandmother’s family was of Shetland Island and Swedish origin, both families emigrating to NZ in the 1870s. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">My mother’s family is of Scottish heritage, Macerlichs, and MacDonalds. They emigrated to NZ in the 1920s </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">My Dad was born illegitimately and he never knew who his birth father was. He was born in 1920 and died in 1990. </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">About 15 years ago I started to research his upbringing only to find that the documentary record of who his birth father has never existed and family history ( if it ever existed ) had been lost as those family generations departed. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">About 3 years ago I decided to use DNA as my research tool. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Aided by some experts in this field and some serendipity, including Johnson descendants in England that knew of their grandfather’s lost half-brother who came to NZ but knew some snippets of information, I positively identified John Johnson of Deptford as my ‘lost’ grandfather.</span></span></p><div><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">My recent visit to Watergate St was the first chance I have had to visit since the Covid travel restrictions. I was very happy to read your Old Deptford website and will use that to continue my research and to communicate my findings within our family.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br clear="none" /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">So, a story not directly related to the history of Deptford, but some of your readers may know of the Johnson family of lightermen of Deptford.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br clear="none" /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Regards and thanks</span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br clear="none" /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Warren McIver</span></div><div id="yiv1121789184m_8024852332629851323yiv5564992988yqt20277"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia;"><br clear="none" /></span><div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div></div></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-91509005790129695362021-12-30T11:48:00.000+00:002021-12-30T11:48:47.646+00:00 Princess of Wales Pub <p><span style="background-color: #444444;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Hello,</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Hoping the Deptford
history community might be able to help me out with something...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">My partner
recently bought a ground floor flat in the former Princess of Wales pub (88
Grove Street), which was converted into flats in 2006 and I'm keen to hear from
anyone who might have photos of the interior of this building when it was still
a pub and if not photos, then any kind of description of how it looked inside
(the layout, etc), or even any anecdotes or memories of time spent in there.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Sadly, when
the building was converted, all original features and any kind of character were
removed from the ground floor and basement (the upper floors still have some
original fireplaces, ceiling roses, etc). We're about to embark on stripping out
and redesigning the flat he's bought and as a history-obsessed designer, I want
to make sure we're being sympathetic to the building's history. All memories of
this place would be welcomed!</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Thanks</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Hannah</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEHi1e4giS6oNAxFFIvqnb3_2Ze4bLogZrgnoOVGmUpLuDbbRr5YmkCVLt-9c8v16P4h9M3vTPZ4uEEFdLWO3J4qCQg7LaCb9HIKvWWU_5NHjA9TPBerzGzXev6za6QsGpVT68vDM6ANMRPzhHLCzSIIrZBswNjjB9T4IvstUz43x8_DxUK2hlx_7mqQ=s1000" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: #444444; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="766" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEHi1e4giS6oNAxFFIvqnb3_2Ze4bLogZrgnoOVGmUpLuDbbRr5YmkCVLt-9c8v16P4h9M3vTPZ4uEEFdLWO3J4qCQg7LaCb9HIKvWWU_5NHjA9TPBerzGzXev6za6QsGpVT68vDM6ANMRPzhHLCzSIIrZBswNjjB9T4IvstUz43x8_DxUK2hlx_7mqQ=w357-h466" width="357" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-84349158770581292612021-11-25T09:43:00.002+00:002021-11-25T12:09:55.799+00:00Patrick 'Patsy' Houlihan, Deptford born and bred.<p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Hi everyone,</span></p><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I'm a sports writer and historian and currently researching a book about the life of Patrick 'Patsy' Houlihan, Deptford born and bred and the greatest snooker hustler of all time as well as former amateur national snooker champion and later a snooker professional too.</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br clear="none" /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I would love to hear from anyone who knew Patsy or has any information or memories about him.</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br clear="none" /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">A synopsis of my book is below...</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br clear="none" /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Many thanks</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Luke G. Williams</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Email lgw007@yahoo.com</span></div><p><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" style="display: inline; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" style="color: #fcff01; display: inline; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNGVlegqwWI/YZ982Z7GkMI/AAAAAAAAOAI/xrwmq5zcftIYIHJCiGq8uqyhYs4GNKn5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s825/patsy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNGVlegqwWI/YZ982Z7GkMI/AAAAAAAAOAI/xrwmq5zcftIYIHJCiGq8uqyhYs4GNKn5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/patsy.jpg" width="291" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Patsy with Jimmy White</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" style="display: inline; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE155" style="display: inline; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Natural: The Story of Patsy </span><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE157" style="display: inline; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;">Houlihan</span><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE159" style="display: inline; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;">, the Greatest Snooker Player You Never Saw</span><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE160" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> is the compelling story of a </span><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE161" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;">man who potted balls fast and potted them hard. </span></span></p><p class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-stl-NormalWeb yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bx-scope yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-word-para-1" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE162" style="line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0pt 0px;"><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br clear="none" /></span></span></p><p class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-stl-NormalWeb yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bx-scope yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-word-para-1" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE163" style="line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0pt 0px;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE164" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;">South </span><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE165" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Londoner Patsy </span><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE167" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Houlihan</span><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE169" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> was one of the top amateurs of the 50s and 60s as well as the greatest hustler of all time. He should have been a major player on the world stage, but the professional game was a closed shop and the likes of Patsy weren’t welcome.</span></span></p><p class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-stl-NormalWeb yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bx-scope yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-word-para-1" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE170" style="line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0pt 0px;"><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE171" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-stl-NormalWeb yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bx-scope yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-word-para-1" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE172" style="line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0pt 0px;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE173" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;">However, in the smoke-filled snooker halls of the backstreets of working-class Britain, populated by tough men seeking to make a quick buck from the game they loved, Patsy was a folk hero and an inspiration to a generation of players, including </span><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE174" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;">his </span><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE175" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;">close </span><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE176" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;">friend </span><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE177" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jimmy White. </span></span></p><p class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-stl-NormalWeb yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bx-scope yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-word-para-1" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE178" style="line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0pt 0px;"><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE179" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-stl-NormalWeb yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bx-scope yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-word-para-1" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE180" style="line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0pt 0px;"><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE181" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">A snooker pioneer and a master entertainer, this is the story of the greatest snooker player who never made it to the big time, but whose exploits, adventures, and skills guaranteed him immortality in the minds and imaginations of those lucky enough to have seen him play.</span></span></p><p class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-stl-NormalWeb yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bx-scope yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-word-para-1" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE182" style="line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0pt 0px;"><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE183" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bx-scope yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-word-para-2" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE184" style="line-height: 1.295; list-style-type: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 8pt;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE185" style="display: inline; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Natural</span><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" id="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bE186" style="display: inline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> brings to vivid life the story of great forgotten talent.</span></span></p><div><span class="yiv6308236149ydp402a6e3bqowt-font7-Arial" face="Arial, "Arial Unicode MS", Arimo, "Microsoft Sans serif", sans-serif !important" style="display: inline; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-31339754232494227822021-11-19T18:09:00.003+00:002021-11-20T10:15:37.455+00:00Deptford Decades from the Deptford Ragged School Archives.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_tDFE0Y6ajA" width="320" youtube-src-id="_tDFE0Y6ajA"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><div>Residents of Deptford tell their stories.</div><div><br /></div><div>My thanks to Katharine Alston of the Deptford Ragged School Archives for her permission to publish this video. Please visit the website www.deptfordraggedschoolarchive.org.uk</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-4873159899862839182021-10-07T19:14:00.004+01:002022-01-30T10:34:03.426+00:00Buttons of Deptford <p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VeWHSnFsNfo/YV82kDVl6BI/AAAAAAAANlU/-xn8vM5u9eMIU1OtIam1m__RtoA4wfIWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s339/Studio_20211007_190306.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="326" data-original-width="339" height="308" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VeWHSnFsNfo/YV82kDVl6BI/AAAAAAAANlU/-xn8vM5u9eMIU1OtIam1m__RtoA4wfIWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Studio_20211007_190306.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia;"><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">The image is from http://www.thamesbuttons.com/page1.html</span><br style="font-size: 13px; text-align: start;" /><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">The button was found on the Thames foreshore by Mike 'Cuffs' Walker</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOagIdpUtoFbEyUMsVdsBFTp3EodQ4vKo7qqUNsyns5vLFjFnqmOEPgFPQaMlvLdbGpo7p4lNOUfaSiLyBErCG5NbFcy2IFdyknLf6lLupQyXWlLqersA2he53OHp3Vg4-8gGm0SsJzEqH9Zeb1GWn0oygizQY18U6cfQK6rQqzYsdfYG9EXdSDCJFTQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOagIdpUtoFbEyUMsVdsBFTp3EodQ4vKo7qqUNsyns5vLFjFnqmOEPgFPQaMlvLdbGpo7p4lNOUfaSiLyBErCG5NbFcy2IFdyknLf6lLupQyXWlLqersA2he53OHp3Vg4-8gGm0SsJzEqH9Zeb1GWn0oygizQY18U6cfQK6rQqzYsdfYG9EXdSDCJFTQ=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brian's Button</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgYcr-fS5bEr55pLboHz7vaVwgTlhaoTuXDIyT1vpP2vGJPeeqOyebB9a8Cv965l0_G8oUME5Xj_8xTrN0qmyYCwNOu3aNiev1s-k5E0U94CcNOfMe4legniH7rTUZnPJnfq-Sz4jn2CZ5S98y36nEIyyvAi2abcAJL6B4UU529OSuC1bGxkQHmYeQIw=s1582" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1582" data-original-width="1372" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgYcr-fS5bEr55pLboHz7vaVwgTlhaoTuXDIyT1vpP2vGJPeeqOyebB9a8Cv965l0_G8oUME5Xj_8xTrN0qmyYCwNOu3aNiev1s-k5E0U94CcNOfMe4legniH7rTUZnPJnfq-Sz4jn2CZ5S98y36nEIyyvAi2abcAJL6B4UU529OSuC1bGxkQHmYeQIw=s320" width="278" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;">Hi, my name is Brian. I live in North Carolina in the United States. I was recently metal detecting on an and uninhabited Island on the coast called Cape Lookout. I found a button with the word Deptford on it. I’m assuming J Taylor was the Tailor who made it. I’ve been searching the web trying to find more information about this person and came upon your blog. I was wondering if anyone could help me find information on this person. How cool is it that this button made it all the way to North Carolina?</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="left: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="left: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAsCVl2hj0Y/YV84mAvq_8I/AAAAAAAANlc/7TMLjEsHE2kP1TB9ZABkXaK9qqcLX6NbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/view-from-top-of-cape-lookout-lighthouse-600x600.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAsCVl2hj0Y/YV84mAvq_8I/AAAAAAAANlc/7TMLjEsHE2kP1TB9ZABkXaK9qqcLX6NbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/view-from-top-of-cape-lookout-lighthouse-600x600.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cape Lookout <br />View from Lighthouse </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><br style="font-family: sans-serif; overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></div><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-25789774766870311132021-01-31T18:45:00.005+00:002021-02-19T19:00:17.260+00:00Our Shop part 2<p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Here's a story involving our shop which might interest you, and might even jog some memories</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I must have been about 9 or 10 years old when this happened.</span></p><p class="yiv9494136562gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Opposite Wilson street, on the other side of New Cross Road, there was a fried fish shop, I guess you might call it a fish and chip shop today, but we just called it, 'the fish shop'. I can't remember it's name. One day a horse and cart was parked outside the fish shop when a steam engine went past. I don't mean a train, but rather a road-based steam engine. If my memory is correct, anyone delivering using a horse and cart had to make sure that someone was holding the horse's reins whilst the delivery was taking place, I think this was the law at the time. So usually there were at least two people with a horse and cart. The steam engine terrified the horse, and the horse was unattended, or the person with it was not holding the reins, or they were and the horse got away from them, I'm afraid I don't know exactly why, but the horse bolted, and headed down Wilson Street.</span></p><p class="yiv9494136562gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">It ended up by crashing through our shop door and putting it's front hooves on the counter. It had stopped because the drawbars for the cart had become wedged in the doorway. I didn't see all this myself, as I was at school. When I got home the doors were seriously damaged, and there were two hoof marks on the counter of the shop. These hoof marks stayed there until the shop was destroyed by a bomb in the early years of the war. Thanks goodness there were no customers in the shop at the time! I remember that the doors had to be repaired, and this was a little awkward as they were slightly rounded, being on the corner of the building. I don't know who got the horse out of the shop, or whether anyone paid for the repairs.</span></p>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-90529290612036750532021-01-31T18:33:00.005+00:002021-02-19T18:58:17.658+00:00Our Shop part 1<div> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I was born Rosemary Elizabeth Manning on the 6<sup style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">th</sup> of December 1926 in Number 8 Wilson Street, which is just off the New Cross Road. My mum and dad were David and Florence Manning, and they ran a corner shop at that address. I had 4 older sisters.The shop was at the end of Wilson Street – which his now Wilshaw Street – on a corner. Diagonally opposite was a rag and bone or scrap yard owned by a family called Read. One of the brothers that ran this business was in fact my brother-in-law. There was also a factory very nearby, at the end of the road, but I can't remember its name or what was done there.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">The shop originally belonged to my grandad, my mum's father. My mum and dad, my next oldest sister and I lived with him there until he decided to give the shop up at the age of 83. He went to live with my Aunty Mary, mum's older sister in Forest Hill, and left mum (Florence) the shop. We sold a lot of things in our shop, groceries, haberdashery, and some hardware. We opened early, at 6am, as the local housewives needed to buy things to make their husband's lunch and this sort of thing was done on a daily basis. It was common for people to come in several times a day, as people didn't keep much in their homes. There were no fridges and there wasn't much space in the houses. There were two big jars on the counter, one of pickled eggs and one of mustard pickles and customers would bring a cup for so many pickled onions or for two penny's worth of mustard pickles (they brought their own cups), a single egg, or something else to make a packed lunch with.
Our yard was too small for an Anderson shelter, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWD_7QTZj3c/YBbzUBPXAbI/AAAAAAAAK_c/rq-t0418kz4z6RF6UlBqbJJ6SVWEdWk_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s382/shelter3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="289" data-original-width="382" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWD_7QTZj3c/YBbzUBPXAbI/AAAAAAAAK_c/rq-t0418kz4z6RF6UlBqbJJ6SVWEdWk_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/shelter3.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">So when the bombing started we had to go to a public shelter in the next street. We had to sit upright on benches that ran along each wall. It was difficult to sleep. By the time we'd walked home after the All Clear (usually at 6am) there was already a queue outside the shop. At that stage there was just my mum and me so one of us would go to bed for an hour whilst the other served, then we'd change over. That way we got some sleep before the siren went again and sent us back down into the shelter.
I was often left to hold the fort if my mum had to go out. I served on my own from the age of 10 onwards. I loved playing drafts and always had a board set up on the counter and customers would make a move and then another would come in and make the next move and so forth. We sold 7 and 14 pound bags of coal. Again people didn't buy all that much at once. There was nowhere to keep it, and as the downstairs yard of most buildings was communal, it would likely disappear if you left it there. If people wanted a 14 pound sack they had to take it themselves; we had a sack truck that they could borrow if they needed it. But if they ordered 7 pound bags, it was often me that delivered them. My dad made me a miniature sack truck with an iron loop to hold the bags of coal and I delivered the coal from about 8 years old onwards. Most houses were two stories high 'two up and two down', with one family living on each floor and a lean-to kitchen, yard and outside toilet which was shared by both families. So I often had to carry the coal upstairs as well.
The coal was delivered into our shed in the back yard via a shoot, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEqbVTu9b1I/YBbzesNfhfI/AAAAAAAAK_g/iG4RtKDzFeg82fvnetxdEB0WRjTanI4QwCLcBGAsYHQ/s900/20170112_185414.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEqbVTu9b1I/YBbzesNfhfI/AAAAAAAAK_g/iG4RtKDzFeg82fvnetxdEB0WRjTanI4QwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20170112_185414.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and it was my job to watch the men carry the hundredweight sacks in and tip them in the shoot: I had to count them in.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8SZycNpkdM/YBbz7RQMz5I/AAAAAAAAK_s/-vFFIetAWFA70z84SZkFptPhixPcw4JqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s588/Landmark.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="454" data-original-width="588" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8SZycNpkdM/YBbz7RQMz5I/AAAAAAAAK_s/-vFFIetAWFA70z84SZkFptPhixPcw4JqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Landmark.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> There was a large scale in the shed with a scoop on one end, you put the coal in the scoop and the weight - 7 or 14 pounds - on the other end. Then when the coal was weighed the scoop pivoted so that you could tip the coal into a sac. They used to weigh us kids in this scale!
Thursday afternoons were early closing and we did the bagging up that afternoon. Nearly everything was sold loose. The women from the factory would come in during their breaks to buy a single cigarette for a ha'penny, or a bar of chocolate for tuppence - the chocolate was a 2 ounce bar of Cadbury's Milk chocolate. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">The eggs came in big boxes from Denmark and my mum had a shelf with a glass panel on the front, so with the wall at the back and glass in front it was like a topless box and the eggs were placed in there loose. An egg cost three farthings. How much the Danes were paid for them I shudder to think, when they had to send them so far. I always marvelled that they didn't break.
Biscuits came in 7lb tins </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GH1vLhPC6KM/YBb12jLvi3I/AAAAAAAAK_4/S78neI5oBSYm4SUIwL2s0ueJKLLMFiS7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s638/7868ae19-6cbd-4b70-a9fc-50fad13340ad.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="638" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GH1vLhPC6KM/YBb12jLvi3I/AAAAAAAAK_4/S78neI5oBSYm4SUIwL2s0ueJKLLMFiS7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/7868ae19-6cbd-4b70-a9fc-50fad13340ad.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and were sold loose. Washing soda came in hundredweight sacks and had to be bagged up. We also weighed up the soda, and dried fruit that came in large sacks. Butter and margarine were delivered in large blocks and had to be cut to size as was required. For the fruit we had thick blue paper bags that stood square. We made cones out of newspaper for the soda. When I got home from school I would fill the bags and my grandad and later my mum would weigh them. An inspector used to come to check that the scales were working properly. We never knew when he was coming, but he came every two or three weeks. We also bagged up things like sugar and dried pulses.
My mum cooked whole hams and bacon in a large galvanised pot on the 'Kitchener' in our kitchen.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMC1tX-nuLk/YBb2BKVwQ-I/AAAAAAAAK_8/FxZIcWgfTB4aeVyzK6eXr-udjMPkykOqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s700/range-blaise-castle.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="603" data-original-width="700" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMC1tX-nuLk/YBb2BKVwQ-I/AAAAAAAAK_8/FxZIcWgfTB4aeVyzK6eXr-udjMPkykOqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/range-blaise-castle.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">These were then all cut by hand and sold a slice at a time. She prided herself on the fact that when she sliced the meat you couldn't see where the blade had started or finished, the cut was perfectly smooth. The knife had a blade which was at least 12 inches long and between about ¼ and ½ an inch wide. We also made our own vinegar in the shop. It came 'neat' and we had to add water to make it palatable. It was kept in a red and white striped china barrel with a tap, and people would bring a bottle and we would measure out what they wanted.
My mum used to say that you needed eyes in the back of your head when you were serving, as often there were several customers in the shop and it was a small room. She told me that when grandad first left she made a mistake that she never repeated. The women all used to whitewash the steps outside of their houses, many did this every day. The step whitewash (or 'coal wash') was under a shelf on the floor in the shop near the door. </span><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia;"><span style="text-align: justify;">At many terraced houses, it was scrubbed clean each day and reddened, or whitened with pipe-clay or lime donkey stone – an arduous and time-consuming task (and particularly unpleasant on cold days), but often seen as an essential chore.</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">One day a customer wanted some and there was none left on the shelf so she went out the back to get some more and someone stole a jar of sweets from the counter. The shop was crowded with half a dozen kids, and they'd gone by the time she'd got back. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Next time, school, my dad's allotment and Beam's Breezy Babes dance troop!</span></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-61810866618674653982021-01-22T09:44:00.001+00:002021-01-22T09:51:22.480+00:00Peppercorn Bros Furniture <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kM1iInmNvqE/YAqVVMlB9BI/AAAAAAAAK30/j3R51LOAUCAEVsQtqokdxCD0jIC9yBw2ACLcBGAsYHQ/s600/large_peppercorn-dresser-with-mirror_0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="450" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kM1iInmNvqE/YAqVVMlB9BI/AAAAAAAAK30/j3R51LOAUCAEVsQtqokdxCD0jIC9yBw2ACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/large_peppercorn-dresser-with-mirror_0.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This post shows and example of a dresser made by Peppercorn BROS limited of Deptford Broadway.</span><span face="verlag, helvetica, sans-serif, helvetica, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 0.2px;"> </span></span></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-89311259109229770842020-12-21T20:20:00.000+00:002020-12-21T20:20:15.553+00:00Brookmill Road Conservation Area (BRCA Society) online talk <p> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Olddeptfordhistory.com </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I thought I’d let you know about the Brookmill Road Conservation Area (BRCA Society) online talk coming up in January in which you, or your subscribers, may be interested. Entitled “18th Century Artisans’ Houses in and around Deptford”, the talk will be given by Peter Guillery, architectural historian and Editor of the Survey of London. The talk will be followed by the BRCA Society’s AGM.</span></p><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Any spreading of the word would be much appreciated.</span></div><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">To register, please go to:</span></div><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div class="yiv9523269742" style="color: #0433ff; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><a class="yiv9523269742" href="https://brcasocietyagm.eventbrite.co.uk" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">https://brcasocietyagm.eventbrite.co.uk</span></a></div></div><div class="yiv9523269742" style="color: #0433ff; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div class="yiv9523269742" style="color: #0433ff; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Best wishes for Christmas and the New Year,</span></div><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Julia</span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Julia Rowntree</span></div><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Brookmill Road Conservation Area Society</span></div><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><a class="yiv9523269742" href="http://www.brookmillroadconservationarea.org.uk" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">www.brookmillroadconservationarea.org.uk</span></a></div><div class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br class="yiv9523269742" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div></div></div></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-33631373147581607872020-11-09T15:47:00.008+00:002020-11-09T16:46:30.252+00:00THE UNITED FRIENDS PUBLIC HOUSE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aB6A7GLkCrk/X6lpgjyo1zI/AAAAAAAAJ2E/wMVSv5AaCIk5Jo7T0hMeJtilReoPqCntgCLcBGAsYHQ/s650/UnitedFriendsEntecott.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="482" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aB6A7GLkCrk/X6lpgjyo1zI/AAAAAAAAJ2E/wMVSv5AaCIk5Jo7T0hMeJtilReoPqCntgCLcBGAsYHQ/w474-h640/UnitedFriendsEntecott.gif" width="474" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">United Friends, 25 Wellington Street, Deptford - Licensee T C Entecott</span></span></div><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">The address is listed as 25 Wellington Street in 1882 and earlier, prior to street renumbering, and as Flagon Row in 1847. The address is at 74 McMillan Street by 1944, again due to street renaming. A listing of London historical public houses, Taverns, Inns, Beer Houses and Hotels in Deptford, Kent in the parishes of St Pauls or St Nicholas - now partially in London. </span></span></span></p><p></p>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-22622424738820428562020-11-09T15:30:00.002+00:002020-11-09T15:33:24.177+00:00A Post Card from Eileen<p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Hello everyone </span></p><p class="yiv8967374281MsoNormal" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"> </span>I though you might be interested in this old postcard as it mentions Southwark Manufacturing at 16 Evelyn Street, Deptford which I believe was gone from there by 1940.</span></p><p class="yiv8967374281MsoNormal" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"> </span>It also mentions some names: Joan who lived somewhere past Heybridge Avenue – the sender, nothing known of her; Miss Cottrell – nothing known of her. It is addressed to Betty who I believe is my husband’s paternal grandmother. She was Elizabeth Redding, born 1888, and I believe at the time she would have been living in New Cross/Newington but I’m not sure. It must have been sent before December 1914 as that is when her father died. I find it unusual that this Joan sent the postcard to what appears to have been Betty’s workplace rather than to her home.</span></p><p class="yiv8967374281MsoNormal" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Betty’s father was John Matthew Redding born c.1836 who was on Deptford Council from 1900-1905.</span></p><p class="yiv8967374281MsoNormal" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Yours,</span></p><p class="yiv8967374281MsoNormal" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Eileen O'Leary</span></span></p><p class="yiv8967374281MsoNormal" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Sydney, Australia</span></span></p><p class="yiv8967374281MsoNormal" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="yiv8967374281MsoNormal" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rHTPuffs5A/X6lfr82FQxI/AAAAAAAAJ1c/AsokhggF3E01tJO5JJg0YO5ZAUO53nyGACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Postcard%2Bto%2BBetty%2Bin%2BDeptford.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rHTPuffs5A/X6lfr82FQxI/AAAAAAAAJ1c/AsokhggF3E01tJO5JJg0YO5ZAUO53nyGACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/Postcard%2Bto%2BBetty%2Bin%2BDeptford.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-41461516433340850202020-08-26T20:38:00.002+01:002020-08-26T20:38:43.600+01:00HELP FOR ANDREW. CAN ANYONE IDENTIFY THE DEPTFORD LOCATION IN THIS PHOTO PLEASE.<p> <span style="font-family: georgia;">Hi,</span></p><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This is a photo of my maternal grandfather, Douglas Jack Green, taking part in a parade somewhere in Deptford! My grandparents lived in Evelyn Street until about 1933, when they moved to Sidcup.<br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">My grandfather is the scout on the far left of the front row playing - we think - an euphonium. I know he was very involved with the scout movement.<br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">My grandmother’s full name was Ivy Gladys May Green, nee Kingston. I think she worked at the Fry’s Chocolate factory nearby.<br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br style="overflow-wrap: break-word;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Andrew Stephen</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9Og2wbcMH4/X0a5uWGbfeI/AAAAAAAAJVU/7cTH1_OWT-cK5SgHToO1CTnEbulVj3IagCLcBGAsYHQ/s2022/image0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1437" data-original-width="2022" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9Og2wbcMH4/X0a5uWGbfeI/AAAAAAAAJVU/7cTH1_OWT-cK5SgHToO1CTnEbulVj3IagCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/image0.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-48446665684602959262020-07-13T11:40:00.001+01:002020-07-13T11:40:59.540+01:00Help for Kellie<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Hi there,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Im not sure if anyone will be able to help me but I stumbled on this blog about the history of Deptford. My grandmother was born in 1908 and her family came from Deptford. She was born there and at some point came to Australia with her father and the woman she believed was her mother. Unbeknownst to her her real mother was back in Deptford with her brother and went on to have a family with a new husband later on. Its a long twisted tale Im not sure how it all went down, but would love to know if you have any information on any McAlister/Turner or Lee family from the Deptford area. I am in Australia and dont know much about Deptford itself.</span></div>
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Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-91924971767361801742020-07-13T11:32:00.000+01:002020-07-13T11:34:24.904+01:00Letter from John C. Buckley, 57 Florence Road, New Cross, Deptford, [England], to William Lloyd Garrison, July 3, [18]67<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Hi,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I live on Florence Road (historically in Deptford New Town) and have been trying to find out about the history of our short street and am waiting to hear back from the council's local studies team. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You may already have this, but I did find a letter which was written in 57 Florence Road in 1867 by an American soldier called John C. Buckley to abolitionist William Lloyd Garrison who was coming to England which I've attached here. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I wanted to get in touch to check if any readers know anything about Florence Road and its history at all? A quick search returned no results but I thought I'd try my luck and contact you as well!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Thank you so much, Liz</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span class="smallCaps">EMILY LEWIS </span>. I live at 17, Watergate St, Deptford—I am single and a laundress—I have known the prisoner between four and five years by living with him as his wife—I ceased to live with him the week before Whitsun on account of his brutality to me he turned me out—I went to live at Mrs. Cromartie's, No. 2, Riley Street and from there to 17, Water-gate Street—I saw the prisoner on October 18th at about a quarter to six; he asked me if I should like to go to a play—we went to the Star Music Hall,</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">and from there to Peckham; we went to a public house and had two glasses of ale; he threw one over me, and I walked out and took the tram to Deptford—I went home and came out again—I met the prisoner in Watergate Street—he drew out an open knife and said, "You and me for it before twelve o'clock to-night"—that is the knife (<i>Produced</i>)—I said, "Before you do that think of your boys down home; never mind me, go and see to them"—he quietened down, and I asked him for a halfpenny, which he gave me—I went to the Harp of Erin </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">and got a glass of ale—he came in and </span><i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">landed</i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> me a blow on the face—he accused me of being with Mr. Cromartie—we were turned out of the public house—it was 11.30—Mr. Cromartie saw me home—I shut myself in the back room—three minutes later the prisoner came in; he had no boots on and a lightedmatch in one hand and the open knife in the other—he said he meant doing for me and stabbed me on my forehead three times—I tried to protect myself and got a stab in my neck and the back of my ear—I fell down on my left side—I said, "Oh, George, you have killed me, get me a drop of brandy;" he said, "My girl, I will," and jumped out at the window for it—I crawled upstairs to Mrs. Iiford's room—when he brought the brandy he had a cut on his hand—I was taken to Princes Street </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Police Station</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>The Prisoner.</i> I had been out drinking with my brother-in-law; I was drunk; all I know is we went out for a walk; I do not know anything about beer being thrown over her; after we went to Peckham I do not know what happened; I did not recollect anything till Sunday morning.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span class="smallCaps">JOHN THOMAS KIDDES </span>. I am landlord of the Harp of Erin, King Street , Deptford—Emily Lewis was in my house on Saturday, October 18th about 11 p.m.—she had a glass of ale—the prisoner rushed into the bar and started using bad language, so I had him put out—he was perfectly sober—he called her filthy names and said she had been deceiving him.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span class="smallCaps">JOHN WILLIAM AMOS </span>. I am a labourer of 17, Watergate Street Deptford—at 11.20 on October 18th I saw the prisoner in my back room—I asked him what business he had there; he said, "All right, Jack"—he came out at the door with a lighted match—he had a knife in his hand or a dagger—he shut it up and put it in his pocket—he rushed out of the passage—that made me suspicious, and I burst open the door of the back room—I saw Emily Lewis, who was a stranger to me, lying face downwards in a pool of blood—I went for help, and when I came back she had crawled upstairs under my adopted son's bed—Mrs. Cromartie and myself found her there, and put her on the door-step till the constable took her.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Emily Lewis was brought to me on October 19th, at 2.30 a.m.; she was very faint from loss of blood—I found a wound 2 1/2 inches long over her right eye, and eight punctured wounds in her neck, chiefly in the back—they varied in depth from 1 inch to 2 1/2 inches; one of them reachedas far as the spinal column; the wound over her eye reached down to the scalp—there was a cut on her left arm and left hand, a contusion over her left eye and a cut on her lip—the wounds were such as might be caused by the knife produced—she remained at the infirmary till November 4th—dodo of the wounds of themselves would be fatal, but they were dangerous if either of the wounds in the neck had severed the jugular vein or one of the main arteries she would have lived but a few minutes—the position of the wounds was dangerous.</span></div>
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Original new photograph sent to me by an interested subscriber.Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318768945646828358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432133643734415429.post-66179968154660317252020-06-27T13:18:00.001+01:002020-06-27T13:18:33.314+01:00Deptford Water Works Chimney Demolition 1966<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: yellow;">Mumford’s Flour Mills were founded in 1790, built beside Deptford Creek. The mills were supplied by small craft entering the Creek from the Thames. Mumford’s Mills flourished throughout the 19th century. It should be noted that 11 Mills were recorded in the Domesday Book (1086), all standing on the River Ravensbourne. Because Mumford’s Mill was not erected until 1790, it is not one of those 11 ancient mills. A new large mill was erected 1897, designed by Sir Aston Webb and Ingress Bell. There are large inscriptions at the top of the building showing ‘1790, 1897, Mumford’s Greenwich Flour Mills’ and ’S P Mumford & Co’. In the 1930s the building was acquired by the Rank Group. Since then the building has stood empty for several decades. The Rank Group was founded by Joseph Rank in 1875 as a flour milling business and is still in existence today, now known as Rank Hovis McDougal (RHM). Incidentally, the equally famous J Arthur Rank film business was also started by a member of the same family.</span></div>
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