I was a babe born in 1938 in Watford, Mum and Dad raised me on the Kingswood Estate, Fernway, our garden had the North Watford Cemetery woods at the back. I went to Kingswood infants School and Miss Fowler and Miss Pooley were a couple of my teachers. Mr Burden was the Headmaster, Mr Truman was the school Caretaker, and lived in Briar Road his garden led into the school playground.
Singing a song
North Watford Odeon was our Saturday morning venture, I even remember the song we sang before the show. Bungalow stores for an ice lolly on the way home, then cowboys and indians up the spinney. I have so many memories, especially Flanagan’s Fair that came every year, the rag man that gave day old chicks for old clothes etc.
Anyway if you remember me, I started work at Lilley and Skinners the shoe shop in the High Street, then just before I joined the Navy I worked over the road at Boots the Chemist, they actually had 15 featured windows, I had to dress them,and serve on counters. Then The Mocha bar became my haunt, especially The Chef corner , when I came home on leave, glass coffee cups and saucers filled from an Espresso Chrome plated machine (Mocha Bar). Great.
A Power Pac
I was one of the first lads in Watford to purchase a Power Pac, this was a motor that fitted on my bike, and was one up from a Cyclemaster that was another motor used for ordinary cycles (back wheel housed in the centre)
Well folks I have only scratched the surface, as I may be so ancient that I have been forgotten. Oh yes, Leggatts Way Boys School, my teachers Mr Mitchel, Mr Casbon, Mr Ritchie, Mr Rolfe, and Mr Townsend. And as first years we got bumped and drowned under the tap in the playing fields. Must mention Cox’s sweet shop over the road from school, remember. The best times was the Girls sports days, you guessed it our noses were firmly pressed up on the windows of Mr Day’s Science room.
Watford, the best town ever.