Memories- the Cheerful Rent Collector

In about 1953 my family moved from one room in Drury Lane to a newly completed estate in Poplar – the Lansbury estate, named after one of Poplar’s heroes. The part of the estate to which we moved surrounded the newly built Chrisp Street Market, and our part comprised of one of seven maisonettes above shops that fronted the market. From one part of the maisonette, we could see the market and the Clock Tower, and from the other part we could see a bomb site. There was a public house – the Festive Briton – on one side and Aunty Rose (we called all neighbours Aunty or Uncle in those days) and her old mother. Continue reading

Memories: through the glass clearly

My father discovered that I needed eyeglasses when i was in primary school. he took me to the Greek Church in Moscow Road and asked which Greek letters were the same as English letters. I ask “what letters”.  Continue reading