Everyone knew each other
“My Uncle Mark used to live in Cambridge Street. He had a fish barrow which he wheeled around the streets, selling fish he bought at the fish market or that he had caught himself.
My Auntie Alice lived next door to the pub on the corner of Cambridge Street. She brought up twelve children there. In those days kids could play in the streets without any worries, there was always someone to keep an eye on them. Everyone knew each other round this way; you could always borrow things from neighbours even when things were short after the war, and no one took advantage. Day or night you never locked the door.”