CharlotteD wrote:Hi Brian,
Yes that’s right, it’s where the traveller camp is now. I wonder why they never rebuilt houses on that stretch of land? I spoke to my Mum about it last night as she lived there with my uncle and Grandmother (plus her grandfather and family friend!) until she was a few years old and she said the houses had no bathrooms or proper kitchens.
Happy memories for you, it seemed like it was a place of great community. Very different now I’m sure as few houses left!
Looking at the old ordnance maps, seems like there was a lot of factories in the area. Was this where a major confectionery factory was? My Nan said she worked in one after land army service.
My Nan also spoke of the V2 bomb hitting Woolies in the war in New Cross, as I was living there a few years back, so when she was alive we went to Nunhead Cemetery to visit her Mum & siblings grave from the Blitz and told me the victims of the Woolies bomb were all buried together in the cemetery somewhere.
Hi Charlotte,
You're right, Ilderton road has changed beyond all recognition!
Very few of the original landmarks still remain.
The old Mission Church, on the corner of Manor Grove, is one of the few survivors... that went on to become Chapman's sweet factory; maybe where your nan worked?
There was definitely a community spirit that you don't see too much of these days, but the living conditions weren't great!
The old houses were virtually crumbling around us.
They were riddled with damp and I remember the mortar between the bricks literally turning to dust!
The only hot water was from an old Ascot cylinder in the scullery and heating was from a gas fire in the front room. the only other heating was from a couple of paraffin heaters, which didn't help the damp/condensation situation.
No bathroom and of course, the dreaded outside toilet!
Bath time was being dunked in the old Belfast sink when we were little, then in the old zinc bathtub that hung on the outside wall when we were older!
I remember one particularly hard winter, when I was about 7, when it wasn't unusual to wake up and find the net curtains stuck to the ice on the inside of the windows... and there was nothing worse than waking up in the early hours of the morning, busting for a wee, having to leave a warm bed and go downstairs, through the scullery, unbolt the back door and walk through snow to the outside toilet, flip the light on and allow whatever wildlife that had been sheltering in there to disperse before entering... I really couldn't see any of my grandchildren doing that... in fact, I think it would be classed as child cruelty these days!
But, character building it was... apparently!
Brian.