Sad to say the series of Cradle to Grave has ended, but it made me think of my early years in SE5. Just off the Old Kent Road and not too far from where Danny Baker grew up. Attached is a picture of the road I lived on. We lived not in a house, but on the top floor of one of the houses pictured. Me, my three sisters and parents occupied three rooms. One of them a kitchen. There was an outside toilet and bath time was a once a week affair in a tin bath. When I was old enough I used the public baths about a mile away.
Mine was a normal childhood, at least that’s how it seems when everyone around you is living exactly as we were.
Attached is a photo of the Public Baths I mentioned, last time I went it was a boxing gym instead.
My childhood was spent mostly playing with other Turkish kids, of which there were a few on our road, our families all knew each other. Although there were other nationalities in the area we didn’t mix much socially unless we needed to make up the numbers for a game of football and the Greek and English kids joined in.
I had a Liberal education, no really. No timetable as such, and apart from set time to do cookery or drama or games we were free to do what we want. Some kids spent all their time drawing birds, I alternated between reading and playing Lego. Our headmaster was Mr. Nind and at Christmas he treated us to a viewing of Wizard of Oz, Not. Another treat was to play us a single created out of a childrens tv progeramme, The Wombles, to my shame I gyrated wildly to this number. I more or less lived across the road from the school, which meant I went there alone from an early age. The school had a boys and a girls playground. In the radical 70’s our school decided to do away with such nonsense and allowed us to play with girls at break-time. I didn’t. I carried on playing football and no girls joined in.
My mother used to give me 2p to buy milk as Mrs. Thatcher had banned free milk in schools as she was the Minister for Education in the early 70’s. I instead went to the corner shop on the way and brought sweets.
I remember a lot of casual violence in my childhood, whether it be fights I got involved in myself or witnessed. On one occasion youths assaulted an old Turkish man who was our neighbour and I hid out of sight ducking under cover of a car. Later in life I became an advocate for non-violence.
Two major events occurred in my childhood. The first was my parents separation and then divorce. It wasn’t quite so common then.
The second occurred in 1974 when the government of Cyprus was overthrown by Greek fascists. This was followed quickly by the Turkish government sending paratroopers and soldiers to protect the Turkish Cypriot population. It was a time of great anxiety, I was sent to the corner shop to get the Turkish papers which was one of the few ways of getting information in pre internet age. You could also get Turkish radio stations on short wave and it was also a big news story in the UK so on the television news too. One of my neighbours across the road lost a family member, who committed suicide when about to be captured or killed by Greek Cypriots. This death was one of many in the tragic events of 1974, tragic for both communities who lost lives, homes.
Two years after this event I went to Cyprus for the first time. It was my first time in a plane and my first time out of London. We stayed in our village and I went to the fields with my grandfather to harvest the sesame seeds and carob beans. That involved sitting in a cart pulled by donkeys. There were few cars then and I only had one trip to the beach in the five weeks I was away. Our village was a mixed village and two years after the war only a few elderly Greeks remained, they were gone by the time I returned four years later. Greek was the language our elders spoke when they wanted to discuss adult issues, or maybe even talk about us, as most of our family were bilingual. My grandad had his own cafe across the road from where he lived. This meant an endless supply of Pepsi Cola’s for us. There were never many customers, I think it was just my grandfathers friends who went to his cafe.
My final photo is of my grandparents on my mothers side, Arzu and Jafer, On my fathers side they were Ayse and Yusuf, I saw them at the airport on the day I left Cyprus on my first visit but I don’t have any photos of them, if any of my cousins have I would appreciate seeing them.
Things I don’t recommend; dancing to The Wombles.
My Wife Rea a Greek Cypriot lived in Brymer Rd in the 60s
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I must have been there between 66 and 76. Quite an enclave of Cypriots from both communities. I lived at no. 22.
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Hi Steve, sorry for late reply. One thing I’m curious about is whether most of the houses in the road were divided into flats or lived in as one household. What was your wife’s experience?
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I think my wife’s flat was No 25 top floor flat. She says she remembers that most of the buildings were flats. Her dad she says had a Standard Vanguard and then a Morris Minor. She says he dads cars were the only car in the Road.
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Hi Steve OMG the amount of times I’ve wanted to find out about the passed we where a Greek family lived at num 3 3 brothers and we made go carts from pram wheels and we would race the around the block ,we went Coburn school too easy st Mart,
And the public baths on Saturdays propper treat
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I lived there at No 2 from 1941 to 1960
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Were most of the houses divided into flats on each floor like ours at no. 22 was between 1966-76?
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MY husbands family lived there at the same time. Molly and Frank Boyer
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Lived at Number 23 from 1960 until 1970. We had the ground floor flat and a Greek Cypriot family above us . The lovely family followed us when we moved to Ladywell. Jim, Younolla, Steven, Donna …… happy times
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We would have been across the road from you at no. 22 from 1966, we didn’t move out till 1976.
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The Wolff family lived at 8 Brymer road top flat and the Bates families lived in the 2 flats. below
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Very interesting my mum’s fami!y lived around there George and Em Jones and Jean and Ben Riley.
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1950-1960 8 Brymer road top flat Wolff family l have this memory and I recently told my dad KENNY he was a well known character for selling tea to his naighbours The memory on a summers day of all the children in Brymer Road Odell St and the Road behind of all the children old and young all running in a square of the roads and all the mums and dads sitting on the door steps watching all children running My dad said this did happen Sadly you won’t see this happen today not unless it
Is on a XBOX KAY WOLFF plus 4 generations all went to Cobourg Road school
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My aunt em and uncle George Jones lived in Odell st my cousin and godmother jean Reilly and Ben lived in 5 brymer road where I lived until I was 12 and moved to nunhead
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My Turkish Cypriot family (from Louracina, Cyprus) and I lived at 1st Floor, 19 Brymer Road from 1964-1970, my father Suleyman (yorganci), my mother Serife and two sister’s. My mother’s cousin and his family occupied the ground floor flat and my uncle (mum’s brother) lived in the 2nd floor flat with his wife and son. I went to Cobourg Road School and Mr Nind was the Head Teacher. There were several Turkish Cypriot families living in Brymer Rd. I had a friend, Billy who was older and lived across the road with his brother Ben I think his name was and grandmother. We played football in the street and during the summer holidays we would be out playing until gone 9pm. There was also a Greek Cypriot friend from Cobourg Road School, Michael Petrou who lived in Scrafton Rd I think? They both wrote to me after we moved to East London in 1970.
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Hi Yusuf, my dad’s family is from Luricina. He was Osman and my mum is Zalihe. We lived at no. 22. You would have left when I was 5 years old so I can’t remember your family. Does anyone in your family remember us?
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I lived in the middle flat of number 25 from the late 1950s until 1971 when we moved to the Aylesbury Estate. I am sure Yusef that you are Emine’s brother (apologise for spelling). You were both a bit younger than me but we all played out together. Mary
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Was the Aylesbury built that early?
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Just checked. It started in 1963 and completed in 1977.
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Ok, cos when our road was knocked down in 76 some of our neighbours ended up there.
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We lived there from 1948 to 1961 at No 21. we lived on the Ground Floor and my Nan lived on the 1st Floor. An Irish family lived on the top floor, the daughters name was Aileish.
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The Irish family later moved to the ground floor until the 70s when they moved to the North Peckham estate: Anna and Jerry O’Sullivan and there daughter Eilish. My parents were friends of theirs.
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I am Eilish, who lived at 21 from 1957-71. I remember your family name, Kirton, but no other details. A lovely lady named Ivy lived in middle flat, maybe your Nan? My parents lived at North Peckham estate for several years, but I moved away from London.
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Yes Ivy was lovely.
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Hi Eilish. Yes, Ivy was my Nan. You have a great memory!
I do remember your family and you as well. Fond memories of those days. It’s a shame the road is no longer there. My grandchildren would have loved to see the old place.
I hope you are well.
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Hi Bill, your name rings a bell with me now! I also remember Elsie, Ivy’s daughter, who worked at Ford, Dagenham? I’ve been back to the area once with my children when it became Burgess Park, but have lived in Jersey for many years. Hope you and your family are well.
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Hi. Yes Elsie was my Aunt. Some fond memories of living there and to the school at the end of the road which was quite handy as it was very close.
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Hi Mary
My memory isn’t that great and I’m sorry that I don’t remember you. Did you go to the school- Cobourg Road – in the late 50’s?
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Hi Bill – Don’t worry. We moved to Brymer Road in the late 50s when zi was about 3 years old. I went to St Albans Primary School in Herring Street.
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Do you remember the little shop on the corner ‘Pops’?
An elderly gentleman with his wife?
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That was from me sorry.
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Yes, got my sweeties from there, or maybe a frozen orange Jubbly in the summer!
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Yes, the Jubblys were the best ever. Didn’t he always wear a cap?
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Here’s a photo of Pop’s
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Yes that was “Pop”. I remember the shop when it had been taken over by a lady called Sylvia Busby and her mother. Her daughter Lorraine went to my school and was my age.
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Wow. Great photo – thank you for sharing it. Such a shame the whole area is gone.
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Here’s an old photo of the road
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Not sure if the link will work
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No it’s not worked. How do you upload to here please?
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I think if you cut and paste the link then people should be able to see it by clicking on to it.
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It worked again- oh well ☹️
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Would somebody please delete my post showing my email address. Thanks
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Hi Bill, I think I deleted the post with your email. If you want to send me the photo to my email I will post it here. memyus@aol.com
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Another photo of Brymer Road
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Thank you for putting the photo on. I didn’t know how to do it.
I lived by the street lamp at No 21
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That’s ok, thanks for taking an interest in my blog.
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The shop was called Davis when I went to Coburg Rd School in the late 40s early 50s
My name then was Pam Jessett Miss Oakley was headmistress of the infants , and Mr Thomson was headmaster of the juniors x
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Hi everyone
My name is Susan Martin and I lived in the top flat at 1 Brymer Road with my younger brother, from 1963 until 1971, when our family moved to the Aylesbury Estate. We both went to Coburg school. I remember the middle flat of 1 Brymer Road was occupied by an elderly gentleman, Fred, with a bad leg and his sister May. May died of cancer while we were living there, and Fred used to let me and my brother play in what was May’s bedroom after she died and the room was cleared out. On the ground floor of no.1 was an old woman named Bessie, who moved to Harlow to live with her daughter, and her flat was then occupied by a young married couple, Roy and Sue Hudson.
I used to play with the elder of two Cypriot boys from next door, I think his name was George. I do remember one day their dad letting me try some of the lamb they were cooking. I also remember George inviting me into their house when his mum was out and giving me some wedding cake from a piece that was in their kitchen cupboard – I’m sure his mum would have had something to say about it when she found out!
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Thanks for your post Susan, Bessie was my Nan! I was very young when I visited Brymer Rd and really don’t remember it.
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Sue, the brothers next door were John, George and Andy.
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Anon. What period were you living in Brymer Road?
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About 1968 to 1976
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