Artillery Street
The house was 'buggy'
My mother was very pleased when she found the house in Artillery Street because it had been newly decorated, but we soon found out that it was `buggy' and she just kept looking for other places to live from that day on. The house was very small, the front door leading straight into the sitting room, the kitchen at the back and two rooms upstairs. I can't remember a bathroom, so I don't think there was one, and I suppose there was a toilet in the back yard, but I have no memory of it.
Along the top of Artillery Street ran Upper Russell Street, where there was a wholesale greengrocer or butcher; and further along was a lovely Jewish baker where they used to have the most wonderful rolls. On Sunday mornings we used to go along and buy those rolls hot. Just near there was a big newsagent and confectioner, at least it seemed big to me, and opposite on a corner was a baker, Gigins I think, where we bought the first cut and wrapped loaves called `Cream of the South'.
I did well at school and passed the scholarship to go to Varndean; in fact I passed the first part for Brighton and Hove High School too. Six of us were put forward for the written exam and I was the only one from my school to pass. Then I had to go for my oral exam, but I didn't pass that. I expect I didn't speak well enough.
Reproduced with permission from from 'Back Street Brighton' published by
QueenSpark Books
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