While the memories are still coming may I continue with my times living on the Kingswood Estate. We were called the Kingswood estate gang in those days, and we would be found over Woodside playing about most of the time. Our main tasks were to find pop bottles and return them to KENTS the newsagents and post office, to earn a penny or two on the deposit. Kents was a great shop I can still smell the aroma of stationary and Magazines, it was a special smell that remains with you from childhood just like bluebells do when you have played in a wood full of them.
Celebrating the end of the war
In the 40s as children we had all had street parties, to celebrate the end of the war and Fernway was no exception. Our parents placed tables all down our road, and we were all waiting to be waited on with jelly, blancmange and junket, along with a treat ice cream! At the corner of Fernway opposite the spinney that took you past the cemetery and Stanborough park a huge bonfire had been prepared, right in the middle of the road. Radios had been place in front rooms by the windows to provide music that went on for as long as my young mind can remember. The bonfire was ablaze and Mr Picton from round the corner was in charge of fire drill in case of emergencies, along with other men and dads who had been demobbed.
My childhood memories of those I played in the road with and were in our gang were, Alan Dyer, Bobby Cotton, Brian Rawlings, Susan Rawlings, Joyce Rawlings, Colin McCrystal, Stella Leach, Pat Leach Carol Marnie, John Griffin, Brian Dowling, Mary Dyer, the Vaughans, The Phillipsons, Chambers, Horne, The Browns and others who escape me at present (apologies for bad spelling).
Kingswood Estate was wonderful in those days, and going to Kingswood Kindergarten was a great experience. We would have air raid drills and told to crouch up against the corridor walls, or under our desks, In the playground there was an Air raid shelter, but I never went in it. We even had school teas as well as school dinners, the teas were because our mums were working in factories, and picked us up later when they finished work. My mum worked next to the fire station opposite Sheepcote Lane, I think its a garage now. (Next to Woodside that was.)
To conclude this little bit of Kingswood in the 40s, us kids had the times of our lives, playing marbles conkers swapping comics playing cricket between the silver birches teasing neighbours with knock up ginger, that’s knocking doors and running away like mad, and all in the street, wow! My next story may include the Rushden Avenue gang of those times?