Homesick for Whitehawk
Reading all the interesting posts here has made me homesick for Whitehawk. I know that Whitehawk has changed very much over the years, with its new layout. Certain roads have disappeared for good which is a shame, but I suppose that is progress and is always going to happen. But I believe 158 Wiston Road, where I was born in 1950, is still there. Our family was my mother, Elsa Dawson and father Bob Dawson, my two brothers Michael and Robert, and me, Barbara. As kids we used to go scrumping, and doing odd jobs like getting our neighbour Mr Ford’s newspaper from the Broadway, and of course there were the newspaper rounds.
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A safe place to grow up
It is true, as others have said, it was a safe playground for children growing up; kids nowadays would never be allowed to do all the things we did on our own. Next door to us was the Hopkinsons, Jennifer and Alan; I wonder what became of them? Rhona and Johnnie Chate lived in Twineham on a corner. Mrs Chate’s voice still rings in my ears ”I’ll tan your hide!” and everyone ran. I have lived in Malta now for 32 years and was lucky to have found a place that gave my children that sort of freedom when they were young. But I do have very happy memories of my Whitehawk childhood.