Bedford Hotel

I went to a dinner dance for staff of Palmiera Stores at the old Bedford Hotel. It was a beautiful building. I remember being taught to dance the square tango by a man who said he was the cousin of Mr Teazy Weazy, hairdresser of the day. Does anyone remember him?

Yes, I remember Mr Teazy Weazy and also the Bedford Hotel where I used to stay taken there by my grandmother. Mr Teazy Weazy was a top hairdresser of the 1950s and 60s and very colourful. He cut my very long hair when I was 11. He was a friend of my aunt. He had two daughers I think, Scarlett and Amber and sadly I think one of his daughers died in a road crash together with her husband and children. I have fond memories of the Bedford and was sad to learn it had been burnt down. We went to Brighton today and I thought of how I used to love those holidays staying in the Bedford though for a small girl it could sometimes be very creepy.

My mother and I were living in Lansdowne Place, Hove on the day the Bedford Hotel burned. It was a beautiful sunny day and we were sitting on the beach when suddenly the sun disappeared behind what we thought was a thick black cloud, so the wind must have been coming from the east. Many of us who were on the beach then walked along to see the fire. I clearly remember the ladders up against the west end of the building and people being rescued. What I am not sure about is my "memory" of someone falling from one of the upper windows, this may have been a picture developed in my mind with the knowledge that people had died. The fire made a vivid impression on me and I can still see it in my mind's eye.

For Susan Terry, I would be very interested to hear from you. I am now 49 and adopted at an early age. My birth mother, Edith Alice Rouse was living at 30 Lansdowne Place during 1962 (she would have been 38) when she married Jack Morley (he would have been 31). They had a daughter Deborah Ruth (my half sister) born on 23 March 1963 at Brighton General Hospital. I have been searching for my birth mother for many years without success and you are the first real person who could have possibly known of her. Are you able to enlighten me at all? I would love to hear from you.

Actually Raymond, who I was so happy to call Tant Ton, had three daughters: Cherry, the oldest, Amber, my dearest friend, and Scarlet; by his first wife who took off to Australia with a new man. Also his niece Marika always lived with them and Roslie Ashley near Maidenhead. It was Amber who died, her car was in front of Tant Ton as they were driving home from Ascot. He never recovered from that.

Whilst I am old enough to recall 'Teasy Weasie', my memory of the Bedford Hotel is, as usual, more down to earth. I was milkman to the hotel during the late 70s, and have hazy memories of a Polish chef, who, over several weeks, provided me with croissants for breakfast, until a belligerent shop steward complained. I recall the name of the chef, who lived in Clifton Hill, but I will not embarrass members of the kind man's family by naming him here. I would, however, like to tell them, that, over a short time, I grew to like the man, not only for his generosity, but for his open and pleasant nature.

We lived in Middle Street and I was only 5 at the time. I remember my oldest brother Paul running in and saying something was going on along the seafront. He took me and my other brother to see what was going on and I still get a shiver to this day, as I vividly remember a woman hanging out of one of the windows screaming and I was sure her hair was on fire. My mum was furious with Paul for taking us to see it when we came back and I would not stop crying.