Poverty stricken families
On the corner of Bread Street was my favourite sweet shop where they sold marvellous homemade toffee for a farthing a quarter pound, and had a lucky-dip bran tub for a halfpenny a go. But the delights of Bread Street began and ended with that shop. The rest consisted mostly of unbelievably small houses in which lived large poverty stricken families who bred real tough kids. For me to walk along Bread Street on a summer evening, when they all spilled out over the front steps and narrow roadway, required a great deal of courage. But I had my paper round to do for Mr Waters and earn my three shillings a week.
Very tough characters
Bread Street was filled with tough characters, but Tichborne Street, the one below was even worse. This was a wider street with larger tall houses. The houses were usually populated by two or three different families, as well as a great many ‘lodgers’. These ‘lodgers’ were very much a floating population who came and went regularly. It seemed that this street housed a great many individuals from the criminal population; it was certainly a regular calling spot for the local police. So this was a very tough neighbourhood and not one to venture along unless you really had to.