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I’m sure someone will come up with the name of that ‘street’. It wasn’t a street really it was a wide pavement the houses on the left and the back garden wall of the Wilsons Road houses on the right.It was a lovely warm place in the summer because it got full sun all afternoon - except for the houses at the bottom near the underground rail whose sunlight was blocked by the electric sub-station. 14 Wilsons was also like that only our sun block was a warehouse. Have verified that the Lord Napier is a dead parrot,  but which reminds me... On the opposite corner to the Napier was pre-war a sweet shop run by an old gent who wore a brown coat  and brown mittens. After the war this shop turned into Joe Whites scrap metal yard. Joe was also a London cabbie who was also a frustrated entertainer - he liked to sing/croon and shuffle, twirl his stick and tip his hat with a big beaming smile -He left the Lane to open up another yard off the Goldhawk road whilst his brother (Todger) opened one in Beadon Hill - I think just under or past the bridge (everybody seemed to have funny names back then - Schnozzle, George the Glasses, Sunny Kelly, Tiger, Jibber etc). Joe and Carol had three children; Barrie, Cazzie and Carol - Cazzie may have been Carol in which case I’ve forgotten sister twos name - sorry my love -. However, the fiction was that I was their cousin, and when I came out of the RAF and started college I stayed at the House off Goldahawk Road until I could find a place to stay. During this time Carol’s birthday came around and I kidded Carol along about her shoe size because I wanted to get her a pair of ballet shoes for her birthday. I got her shoe size out of her without her suspecting anything and went up to Soho and bought her a pair from the ballet shoe shop - Gambons I think it was -.Come the birthday and present opening time Carol was over the moon/sick as a parrot. Her mum, Carol, told me later that the shoe size she gave was smaller than her actual size and she had to get mum to go and change them for the correct size.Carol was the star of Poor Cow Directed by Ken Russell.Sadly, as some of you may know she died quiet young over in the States.Carols mum and Cazzie(?) ran a dress shop up the Fulham Palace Road and Barrie went out to the sticks to open another bigger and better scrap metal yard.  Steve

Stephen Hill ● 6312d

Hi BruceSorry I can’t recall the name of the pub. What I do remember is that my first job on coming home to Hammersmith in ‘48 was obtained from the Labour Exchange which was either next door to the pub or was in the next block - St Paul's end - - Pub block - gap - Labour Exchange block - Fulham palace Road end. In those days it was customary for mum to go with you to the Exchange and talk over the job options!!!. I was lucky and got an interview at Chambons up the Kings Road.The interesting thing about that was the ‘dove’ tailing symmetry of a number of unrelated things.We lived in the Mall and just around the corner was the site of the Doves press - famous in the 1920 as printers of beautifully designed and printed ephemera. - Hence the Doves Pub, the sign board of which was repainted by Tony Messenger c1956  Chambons is/was a Letterpress and Rotary Printing and Photogravure press engineers and where I was employed as an electricians mate  - Pakcels being one of Chambons offshoots where actual printing was carried out. I trained as a Graphic Designer at the London School of printing and Graphic Arts. Print and printing seemed to touch my every turnDuring the war two of my aunts lived at 44 Aspenlea Road, where my Mum also stayed, whilst I lived at my grandads in Wilsons road. After school, at Brooke Green Catholic boys school I stayed for tea and often supper at 44. However it was decided, we sometimes caught the underground from Hammersmith to Gloucester Road tube where we, with many others, laid our weary heads down for a fetid nights sleep. Other times we stayed at 44 with aunt Molly, who’s husband was bedridden with advanced TB, and sat out the air-raids with all the family -three sisters, one husband and six children listening to what often sounded like the house next door had ‘caught it’.But it hadn’t, the damage always seemed to be over the other side of Lurgan Road in the big houses their.Some 3 or 4 years after the war their was some occasion for a plumber/electrician to go up into the loft where he found an unexploded incendiary bomb.At some point it was very lucky that I stayed overnight at 44 for going back to my bed at 14 Wilsons Road my aunt Lila took me up to my bedroom to show my a 2 foot long length of coping stone on my pillow - they made strong beds with strong springs in those days.The lad just a few doors down from 44 was not so lucky his mother put a shilling in the gas and forgot that she hadn’t turned off his night light.Steve

Stephen Hill ● 6313d

It's us that make it a good read. That's me us who hasn't posted on this thread before :-)I noticed that a lot of the mailers seem to be from Fulham so where are the Hammesmith crowd.I'm from Hammersmith, that is, in my 75 years, I've lived in Hammersmith for 10 of them. Your birth place has the most amazing pull. While I was evacuated I couldn't wait to get back to jump the barges under the bridge. To paw over the bric-a-brac dumped outside the Lyric. To use the dog-walk down to the Thames by the Doves/Aruthusa (spelling). To hitch a ride on the Manbre and Garten steam lorries on thier way from the lights on Fulham Palace Road to the work's gates. Cadging ice from the ice factory on Hammersmith Bridge Road. Helping mum to pick up coal from the coal yard at the top of the Mall. 'Fnding' friut among the stalls in Hammersmith market. My sister and I hand in hand chasing after my Aunt Lila from the Sacred Heart to Butterwick Cottages to get home to toasty bread on a long toasting fork.After a short interlude in Lutterworth with Leo Rochester, John Monteith and The Clinton brothers, among others, it was back to Hammersmith, but then on again to Gloucestershire, then Newcastle uopon Tyne then back to Hammersmith where it was drinks on a Saturday night at the Lord Napier, in Great Church Lane then back to Len and Lilas for a knees up. Saturday lunch was always at the eel and pie shop on the corner opposite the Odeon,. Then it was a quick look into the amusement arcade next to the Black and White Milk Bar and a stroll to Shepherds Bush market. Saturday night was dancing lessons over the pub on the north corner of Shepheds Bush Road and Goldhawk Road right next door the the music hall. On Sunday as I walked to the dance lessons given at the Hammersmith Palais I was always amazed at the overflow crowd at St Augustin's church next to Guinness' Buildings backed up from the church door right out onto the street gates where, when mass was over, with a smart about turn it was straight over to the pub opposite, or maybe a rolling walk throughthe Broadway past the Palais to the Garryowen (spelling) The thing I miss most is the eel pie and mash. I tried to get some eels the other day to to try make eel and pie but the eels are £10 a pound up here.I think I crammed more into my Hammersmith days then anywhere elseSteve Hill

Stephen Hill ● 6314d

It's us that make it a good read. That's me us who hasn't posted on this thread before :-)I noticed that a lot of the mailers seem to be from Fulham so where are the Hammesmith crowd.I'm from Hammersmith, that is, in my 75 years, I've lived in Hammersmith for 10 of them. Your birth place has the most amazing pull. While I was evacuated I couldn't wait to get back to jump the barges under the bridge. To paw over the bric-a-brac dumped outside the Lyric. To use the dog-walk down to the Thames by the Doves/Aruthusa (spelling). To hitch a ride on the Manbre and Garten steam lorries on thier way from the lights on Fulham Palace Road to the work's gates. Cadging ice from the ice factory on Hammersmith Bridge Road. Helping mum to pick up coal from the coal yard at the top of the Mall. 'Fnding' friut among the stalls in Hammersmith market. My sister and I hand in hand chasing after my Aunt Lila from the Sacred Heart to Butterwick Cottages to get home to toasty bread on a long toasting fork.After a short interlude in Lutterworth with Leo Rochester, John Monteith and The Clinton brothers, among others, it was back to Hammersmith, but then on again to Gloucestershire, then Newcastle uopon Tyne then back to Hammersmith where it was drinks on a Saturday night at the Lord Napier, in Great Church Lane then back to Len and Lilas for a knees up. Saturday lunch was always at the eel and pie shop on the corner opposite the Odeon,. Then it was a quick look into the amusement arcade next to the Black and White Milk Bar and a stroll to Shepherds Bush market. Saturday night was dancing lessons over the pub on the north corner of Shepheds Bush Road and Goldhawk Road right next door the the music hall. On Sunday as I walked to the dance lessons given at the Hammersmith Palais I was always amazed at the overflow crowd at St Augustin's church next to Guinness' Buildings backed up from the church door right out onto the street gates where, when mass was over, with a smart about turn it was straight over to the pub opposite, or maybe a rolling walk throughthe Broadway past the Palais to the Garryowen (spelling) The thing I miss most is the eel pie and mash. I tried to get some eels the other day to to try make eel and pie but the eels are £10 a pound up here.I think I crammed more into my Hammersmith days then anywhere elseSteve Hill

Stephen Hill ● 6314d