Remember the rag and bone man?
My Nan lived in Whitehawk Road from the 1940s until she died in the 1950s; I used to spend a lot of time with her. I remember the ‘rag and bone man’ coming around pushing an old barrow full of junk. He used to have goldfish in plastic bags swinging from the rails on the barrow, and would exchange one for a donation of clothes or anything else he could use. One day my lovely Nan gave him one of her dresses so that he’d give me a goldfish.
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Sundays smelled of roast dinners
There was a very nice family living next door called the Robbins; further up the road a man called Mr. Pumphrey used to grow vegetables and sell some from his shed. Sundays always used to smell of roast dinners everywhere. I briefly attended Whitehawk Infant School about 1955 when my mother was ill, and I remember being very shy but the children were lovely, so were the teachers; it was Christmas time and we were learning “In the Bleak Mid-winter” for the Nativity play. Nice times back then; people were different and showed each other a lot of respect and consideration.