I was born at No 194 Whitehawk Road in 1937, and left the Whitehawk area when I was 18, which explains why I don’t recognise many names on this page. But I do recall many of the memories shared here. I remember bike rides to Barcombe Mills to get soaked boating, fishing all night off the Banjo groyne, sledging on the Downs in winter and rummaging in the Sheepcoat Valley tip for copper and lead which we sold for pocket money.
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Remembering the Sunday winkle man
Something not many of you will remember is the winkle man who came round on Sundays with his barrow selling winkles 3d a pint. The bread in those days was delivered along Whitehawk Road by horse and cart. On lucky days my dad would rush out to scoop up horse manure for the vegetable garden. I remember Ron Betteridge who became a policeman, and Brian Matthews, my best friend there for many years after I had left to live in Southwick. As I write other memories come back, of the wartime bombing of St Cuthman’s Church when Beryl Brown’s mum came home covered in blood from other victims, and of the doodle bugs above, droning their way to London. So many years ago, so many memories.