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Life in Herongate

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My mother was a superb dressmaker: smocking was all the rage

Herongate Road was my home for the first 8 years of my life. It was a carefree time. I managed to play in the street outside my friend’s house but apparently was not allowed to play in our street as my mother considered it common. But I was sent out to collect horse manure (for the garden) from the rag and bone man’s horse - a task that I did not enjoy being seen doing! I was very late to acquire distinct speech; my sister was asked to interpret what I was saying, and my mother took me (via multiple bus journeys) to see various specialists and speech therapists.

We had a wondrous dolls house for Christmas one year : likely 1950. It was bought second hand , kept down the cellar in the house, and my parents did it up, made curtains, furniture, etc., after we went to bed at night.


I had the large back bedroom. Hazel a smaller one in the centre of the house: there was also a small boxroom at the front, which Mum's cousin. Lloyd ,occupied at one stage when he was studying architecture in London. I remember one Christmas Eve when Hazel was sharing the double bed in my bedroom (probably with a bolster down the middle!) and we stayed awake and heard Dad come in to fill up our stockings . Christmas puddings had sixpences in them - and it was always us that found them! Nan and Grampy, my mother's parents, would always come for Christmas


The Roof Garden theatre is no more

The annual family holiday in 1947 was at Felpham, Bognor Regis I vaguely remember being terrified going through a tunnel on a ghost train!!

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Sunny weather in Felpham/Bognor


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.Slightly young for a ghost train?! Playing in the back garden of Herongate Road


Coal was delivered straight from the front of the house down into the cellar. I was made to count the bags going in - Mum worried that she might be diddled

Go to 1948

Chris Grant Life