Growing up in the 1960/70s
I am Liesa Saunders nee Gohmann; I think some of you may remember my brother Karl and sister Maria. We grew up from 1962, in Wolseley Road Coldean. I think that you might remember my dad; he is still there, at 87, in the same house.
Remember the fireworks nights?
Do you remember the fireworks nights we would have? The bonfire was prepared weeks in advance, and the boys would lure girls into a den in the centre. Some names I remember, Mark, Tony and Pete Parslow, Ray Pollard, Tony Long, and Cliff Wake. I hung around with Tracy Collings, brother Durun, Anne Sutton, Jean Mcnab and Denise Sutton. We had some fun times. We used to hang around the bottom of Beatty Avenue at the library when it was being built. We used to climb over all the scaffolding at the Varley Halls before they were built up.
Church every Sunday
We would go off for the whole day and build camps. One we built near to the old Downsview School when it was in Coldean Lane. We went to church every Sunday and joined Mrs Merryfield’s ‘Crossbearers’. I remember Mr Hutchings, a nice man, also Owen, Robert and Ian Wilkins, John Wooton, Dave Pettit, Lynne Hayden Sue Leeson, Bob Phillips and John Phillips. I remember Wendy Wakely who would have parties at her home almost every week, and we always went. We camped out at the Highfields; naturally we all told our parents we were staying at different friends houses.
The Childrens’ Home
We had the Children’s Home down the road from us, made friends with lots from there; I remember Mandy Weaver, she was later adopted by the Strachans who lived opposite the shops. I have memories of Mr Oliver; I fell over once really badly on the way to the shop, they sat me in the shop and cleaned my leg up and put big plasters on it, they were lovely people, Graeme Trot’s mum used to work in there.
I loved school
I remember Dr Waters in Ingham Drive; I wasn’t keen on her. What about Kevin Hawkes’ sisters Lynda and Christine, Juliet Archer, Sally Ratcliffe. And of course there was the school; I loved it! We loved Jazz Club on Wednesday afternoons. One awful time, Joanne Gorringe choked on peanuts as she was running around. It was very sad as she died, I have never forgotten her.
Unforgettable happy days
I remember fondly, Mrs Ransom who lived in the Kenwards; she was so special to me, used to walk around holding her hand every lunchtime. do you remember the Palm Sunday procession we used to have? It started at the top of Hawkhurst Road, right down to the church. We had a donkey and we all dressed up. They were amazing days and happy days I will never forget.