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Monday, 31 December 2007

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year Cuckooites,I hope it is kind and full of good health,happiness and lot's of wealth and riches.
Tommy and Sue.

Wednesday, 19 December 2007

Christmas Greetings from the Cuckoo estate




Pantomine(Do you remember)

Just to wish you all Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I am up to my eyes in Pantomime do any of you "beyond the Brent abroadies" remember panto Oh yes you do Oh no you don't. Every year our village put on a Panto this year we are doing Aladdin. My daughter and one of my granddaughters are in it  my youngest son is playing the dame ( Widow Twankey) and I am directing it. Quite a family affair lol. I remember as a child going to Chiswick Empire to see the Pantomime does any one else? I hope all of you have a great Christmas day with your families.Lots of love to all you cuckooites  Sally (Ware) Weston xxxxx

Tuesday, 18 December 2007

The Dog's Dinner

The Dog's Dinner
 
I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy and healthy New Year to all.
Also remember you don't have to dress up like a Dog's Dinner to attend the 2008 Cuckooite's Reunion...you can just come as you are.
But don't dilly dally! Order your tickets now and guarantee your seat at the Cuckooites reunion dinner table and enjoy the company of old friends and share memories or shaggy dog tales of the Cuckoo Estate. I trust the Cuckooite menu will be more to your taste and you enjoy woofing it down and a few drinks to go with it.
Hope you enjoy this cartoon as much as I did drawing it.
 
Cheers everyone JohnB, from Beyond The Brent, 2007.
 
(Battersea Dogs Home illustration for The Daily Mirror, December 1976 by JohnB)
 
 

The Dog's home Battersea


Fw: Website menu change

 

Hi everyone,
if you have visited the website in the last couple of days you will see a format change on the menu listed on the right hand side of the Posts. Now you will see a drop down menu for the current month with all the posts for the current month.You can now go to any posted article just by clicking on your choice and it will also give you the comments that have been posted.If you choose to add a comment just scroll to the top and you will find a link that states Post a comment.left click with your mouse and it will take you to that page that allows you to add the comment.Hope this does not confuse you ,and it will be easier to find what you are looking for.
Any questions contact me and I will help in anyway I can.
 

Sunday, 16 December 2007

Henry Morrison (May he rest in peace)

With all the talk about Bush,Blair and now Brown.There has not been one word in the press or T.V.news about the death of Henry Morrison who died peacefully in his sleep this week at the grand old age107.I can hear you saying who is Henry Morrison.Well he was a composer that wrote many well known tunes,always under a none de plume.
Probably this is the reason he was not well known.Never-the less he wrote one of the best known songs in the English language and that being the Okie Cokie.Almost everyone knows that tune and has great fun dancing to it.But no, not one word about him in the press,and his family is very upset.Even more so that when the undertakers went to the house with a coffin to take him away to the funeral parlor.Everything was going okay until they put his left leg in ,then it went all crazy.Happy holidays Jim.

Friday, 14 December 2007

Knees up mother Brown

KNEES UP MOTHER BROWN!

 

Knees up Mother Brown!

Knees up Mother Brown!

Under the table you must go

Ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-oh!

If I catch you bending,

I'll saw your legs right off,

Knees up! Knees Up!

Don't get the breeze up,

Knees up Mother Brown!


Oh My! What a rotten song!

What a rotten song!

Oh, What a rotten song!

Oh My! What a rotten song!

What a rotten singer too!


Knees up Mother Brown!

Knees up Mother Brown!

Under the table you must go

Ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-oh!

If I catch you bending,

I'll saw your legs right off,

Knees up! Knees Up!

Don't get the breeze up,

Knees - up - Mother - Brown!

Ow's yer farver? All right!

 

If you all want a good old fashioned knees-up

better order your tickets for the

2008 Cuckooite Reunion soon!

Time is running out!!!

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

Fw: Our Website


Under comments tell us what you think of our website,tell us what you think we can do to improve it.Tell us if you like the format,ease of adding comments,contacting the editor.Tell us if we are giving you what you want.We are listening to your suggestions and want to make this the best possible Website for our group as possible.We are growing very big and do not want to forgot what we did to get us here.So here is your chance to sound off I want to know your thoughts.
 
Thanks Tommy your Editor.

Thursday, 6 December 2007

December Newsletter

Hi Everyone where ever you are,
Another Christmas season rolls around,at our age that means we are a year older,I hit the big 70 this month,and it is so hard for me to believe I will be seventy,time sure flies the older we get.
Sue and I returned this week from a fabulous vacation to Central America,Panama canal and the Bahamas,weather was fabulous and the cruise ship crew treated us like royalty,24 hour room service and the food was just scrumptious.      Sorry to say when we came home to Seattle and the Northwest we found our state had been hit by the worst storm for fifty years.
We had over seven inches of rain in one day causing many deaths widespread flooding and thousands of folks being evacuated from their homes.Thankfully I am glad to say our family survived this disaster with no damage to our homes.I am sorry for all the folks around us who will suffer thru a bleak holiday season my heart goes out to them and can only hope help will come quickly to soften their losses.
People ask me why I am so passionate about what I do with this group and why I keep trying to make it grow.I believe we came from a place where we all shared something in common .I know others have told me they share this common ground,believe and enjoy in what we are doing.Others may find we are over bearing and find it all a little tedious.We have always given folks the opportunity to opt out of our group by simply emailing me and letting me know your wishes.We do not want you if you are not interested in what we are doing.
Reunion update ,as of now we are ahead of where we where 3 years ago in registrations,but we have a
little way to go to be sure we have another successful event.Those out there who are planning on attending please get those registrations in ,We will see how close we are on January 1st and determine what we will do next.If you are attending please let your friends know about the reunion and tell them to send in their registrations.Remember all money's we have received will be refunded in full if we have to cancel.
I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season with your love ones and 2008 is kind to you all in health,love and happiness.
All the very best Tommy.

Wednesday, 5 December 2007

Hanwell old girls

HOGS STORY

THE

(Hanwell Old Girls)

PICKING UP THE THREADS

 

I was born on 6th November 1941 and lived with my parents, my sister Edna and my brother Ken, at 4 Hillyard Road on the Cuckoo Estate. My earliest playmate was Val Eaton who lived at No 23 and we have been told that we were christened together at St. Christopher's Church. I have my christening certificate that dates the event as 23rd Nov 1941. Val and I were inseparable in our early years. We went together at the age of five, to our first school, which was Cuckoo Infants in Laurie Road, and here we met for the first time Margaret Ansell, Eunice Allen and Pat Hodgson. I can't really remember Eunice and Pat at this stage but I definitely remember Marg. Our next school was Cuckoo Juniors in Kennedy Road and we were all put in Mrs Evans's class. It was while we were at this school that the name changed to its current one, Brentside.

Memories of Brentside that I can recall are:

Maypole dancing on the grass in the middle quadrangle

Italic writing

Marg and I being chosen to catalogue something or other - was it paintings?

Relay races

A Crab-apple tree in the playground

Netball

A party at Miss Waite's house at Ealing Common

 

Can anyone add more?

 

Some time during this period, at roughly the age of eight, Val and I were in a musical production of Sleeping Beauty, which was in the Church Hall and produced by Mrs Russell (the vicar's wife). I can't remember if this was through the CGB or not, but Jean Russell tells me that she was also in it. Can anyone else remember? Val and I played the part of cheeky pageboys to the King and had to cartwheel and somersault around the stage. We also doubled up as fairies and I remember that I was Fairy Speedwell dressed in blue. We had to dance to the classical number, "Waltz of the flowers" by Tchaikovsky, only I did not know that then! We certainly were in the CGB by about 1950/51 but it is hard to pin the year down exactly. CGB is where I met Pat Gadston, Betty Grant, Jackie Rumble, and Jean Russell and of course, also there was Val, Margaret, Eunice and Pat H. Why did I not know the other girls before? Well I know that Pat G went to Hobbayne School and I know that Jackie and Jean are about 18 months older than me but Betty?  Enlighten me, Bet!

When we first went to CGB it was Father Russell that was the vicar. He eventually moved to a church in Ruislip and Marg and I used to cycle over there to see him. Following him came Father Walker (Willy). Did any of us ever really like him?

 

CGB was great! We used to have drill and band practice so that we could all march around the streets once a month on a Sunday after church. I played the drums and I think Pat and Marg did too, Jean and Jackie played the flute. That's as much as my memory goes on the band at the moment and the fact that it was Len Weedon that taught us. We also did a lot of gym, such as vaulting over the horse and mat work. Remember all the displays that we used to put on? Some of the older girls were Jean Hillier, Doreen Cullers, Brenda Cuthbert, Joan and Marjorie Scott.

 

Memories from this period are:

Eunice turned into "Boone". Our new nickname for her.

Val reminded me that we ganged up on a girl called Christine that we didn't like, tied her to a chair in the back room and shut the door on her. Were we really that horrible, Val?

Pat remembers how we used to tap tunes on the toilet and cloakroom doors! Can anyone remember going down to Pat's on a Sunday after church and going with her dad to some club, I think on the golf course?

Come on Marg, what can you remember?

 

What halcyon days!

 

1952 the king died and we were all very sombre, then the next year Queen Elizabeth was crowned and Edmund Hillary conquered Mount Everest. I remember having to write essays about this, which is why the dates stick in my memory.

 

At some point we joined forces with the Lads in the CLB and of course that is where some of the romances started. This is where Pat met Mickey Frolich.

We eventually all went to camp on the Isle of Wight several times although some of you didn't go for some reason or other. I can still see the farm in my mind's eye just outside Yarmouth. The taps where we used to get our water from in billy cans, the slop hole that was dug out, the smelly chemical toilets, the perpetual wasps that hung about, those tents where we slept on the hard ground with just groundsheets, kit bags for pillows and blankets pinned to make sleeping bags. It was certainly REAL camping. Anyone remember fatigues? Inevitably we got up to mischief. Jackie, Jean, Pat and I shared a tent and spent half the night creeping around outside. I think one night we walked into Yarmouth! Another night we met the lads from West Ealing CLB in the next camp -  and so on. Ask Pat about the cows in the fields!

 

I think by this time we must have gone to our secondary schools. Marg and I went to Drayton Manor and the rest went to St Anne's and nobody would talk to us for a while but it didn't take long for us all to get back on normal terms.

I remember meeting DOT PRIOR who lived in Westcott Crescent, just a few doors down from Marg's. It was also at St Anne's that Jean, Jackie and Dot met JEANNE PALMER, although I did not meet Jeanne until later. I presume that we had all left CGB but what happened? Did it close down?

 

This was now our growing up years, - our adolescence. We discovered boys!

 

Marg, Jean, Jackie and I used to cycle over to Elthorne Park where a particular crowd of lads used to hang out. Richard Davies, Ken "Duke" Welland, Doug Hodge, Leslie (Ginger) Davis. -  Help? What other names? Soon after this we went to the Leeland Road Youth Club rubbing shoulders with the infamous Jimmy Wilkinson and crowd, but we were only there for a short spell as it was too rough for nice girls like us!

 

Marg, Jean and I then progressed to the YWCA Youth Club at the Blue Triangle in Ealing Broadway, a much nicer club altogether. I can remember calling for Marg and we used to put lipstick and high heel shoes on (bought at a jumble sale), before setting off to catch the 211 bus. We became part of the YWCA crowd and would meet on Sunday afternoons at the ABC or Lyons teashops and then go to the pictures, taking up the whole of the two back rows at the Forum.  The year by now must have been about 1957. Bill Haley had exploded upon us bringing rock and roll and teddy boys, however, Marg and I were staunch Johnnie Ray fans and didn't let go for a long time. We wore shirts back to front that we had embroidered with his songs and  "I love you Johnnie" all over them.

 

Then Marg and I got Saturday jobs. Marg worked in Jox Box café and I worked in Hillside Library selling sweets and fags. Say no more! I then went on to work for the Co-op in Acton working in the soft furnishing department. Somewhere along the line, Dot and Jeanne joined the youth club and this is where I first met Jeanne. We had also been introduced to the demon drink by this time and although we were all under age, The Royal Oak next to John Sanders became the Sunday evening venue after the pictures. I remember Jean and I venturing to drink gin and orange but Marg didn't really enjoy alcohol although she put on a brave face at the time. Vodka was introduced to the country about this time and we tried that with lime and it became our drink. (Vodka is still my tipple, only these days with tonic water, ice and lemon).

 

I used to go on holiday with my parents to Sandown on the Isle of Wight and I can remember Val coming with us once when we were kids and then a lot later, Jean and Marg came. Jean had a real crush on the deck chair attendant and after we got home used to drool about him. We decided to go back there on our own and believe it or not, we slept in a beach hut for a week. Naturally our parents had no idea about this thinking we were staying in a guest house and I wonder now how we got away with it, but we did. I can't think how old we were – I'd say about 16?

 

Jean and Jackie left school and both went into hairdressing. Jean worked for the Powder Box in Ealing Broadway and Jackie worked for Gregorys in Northfield Avenue. At seventeen, Marg and I left school too, Marg worked for Barclays Bank in the city and I worked for Ottways in Northfield Ave. I used to meet Jackie every lunch-time and I think by this time she had met and was going out with Frank Smart whom she eventually married.

 

Now that we had left school and Saturdays were once again free, Val, Boone, Pat G, Pat H, Betty, Marg and I joined The Trojans Netball Club, whose home base was at Drayton Manor. We became the under 18 champions and were a side to be reckoned with in those days. Also playing for Trojans but in the senior team was Joan Scott and Brenda Cuthbert from our CGB days. As we got older we became the senior team ourselves and were well known in the borough. We stayed playing together more or less up until the time we were all married.

 

Back at the YWCA a number of romances had been blossoming. I had started going out with Pete Morris and got engaged to him on my seventeenth birthday. Marg was going steady with Tony Gardner, Jeanne and Mike Kirby had become an item and Dot was going with Mike King. Jean had beaten the lot of us and had married Tony Denton. Pat was still going with Mick (that had continued from CGB days) and I think Val, Boone and Betty were still playing the field.

 

Marg and Tony, Pete and I all went off to Hemsby one year for a holiday, staying at Maddiesons holiday camp for one week and the second week we decided to head for the south coast, using the car as our sleeping place. We made it to Ipswich or was it Colchester, when the car (an old banger) broke down. I have a vague memory of us all sitting in it outside a broker's yard, waiting for the place to open, whilst a violent thunderstorm was raging about us! After obtaining the part needed, we continued on our way and made it to Hastings where we spent the night in the caves. All I can remember is how cold it was! By this time, thoroughly miserable, we went to Eastbourne and then halfway up Beachey Head, guess what? The back axle on the car went! This time we had to abandon the car and set off on foot. I presume we caught a train from somewhere and we ended up in Bournemouth, at the home of Pete's married cousin. His wife took one look at us all and ordered baths all round!

 

We also started to play cards, that is Brag, gambling for money, mostly pennies but occasionally some silver, or snow as we called it. There were six of us (Pat and Mick with us now) and we used to go to either Marg's house or Pat's house. Afterwards we would have a supper of sandwiches, pickled onions and a hot drink.

 

Marg and Pat went away to work in a holiday camp for the summer and then Pete went in the army for his National Service. I am sorry to say that after nearly a year I sent him a "Dear John" and broke it off. Oh well, it could not have been real love. Inevitably, I saw less of Marg as Tony and Pete were mates and things were awkward from then on. Pete eventually married Pat Harris who lived on the estate.

 

Meanwhile we still all saw each other at netball and we had also started going to the Park Hotel once a week together. This is where Pat and I used to do our party piece and get up and sing on the mike. What a range of songs we had, all mostly rude but never that bad. Alouette was the main one and we always ended with all the girls joining in and dancing "Salome".

 

Val and I had always continued to see each other although she did not join the youth club with us. We still went to each other's houses to play our records and talk and I used to meet her once a week after work. She worked at Car Marts and I would get on the 97 bus from Ottways and meet her in Ealing. Sometimes we would go to the pictures and sometimes have a meal out. That was an adventure in those days.

 

Somewhere around this time, about 1960, I introduced Boone to a young man that I worked with at Ottways, whose name was Colin Eason. I didn't dream that she would end up marrying him! I believe Betty had also started courting her Gordon.

 

Val and I started going to the Hammersmith Palais on a Wednesday evening and we used to catch the last train home to Hanwell and walk home from there. We once got stopped by a policeman on a Noddy bike, who wanted to know what two young girls were doing out on their own late at night. Mind you, we were about nineteen years old by his time! It was at the Palais that I met Rick Hayes, my future husband, who was on leave from the RAF at the time. We started courting but before things became too serious, Val and I went on a holiday to St.Ives in Cornwall. Not long after this, Val met Tom McAndrew her future husband.

 

Rick and I got married in 1962 and I remember keeping up tradition and having my hen night at The Park Hotel. It was also my 21st birthday on the same night. Tom was our best man and afterwards he helped us to move to Warwickshire where Rick was stationed and this seemed to be the point where I started to lose contact with you all. That is except for Pat!  Rick and I had moved back to Hanwell to live with my parents about a year later and we used to go out with Pat & Mick even going on holiday to  - guess where? Good old St.Ives again, but this time a camping holiday.

 

Trojans netball team had by now folded up but one evening in The Park Hotel a few girls got together and decided to start another team. This one was called Park Netball Club and only Pat and I were there from the original team, but we did have two others from old that joined us, Joan Scott and Brenda Cuthbert. This team continued for a long time, new players coming in continuously but always there was Pat and I, even through pregnancies! Pat had Tracey, I had Neil, then Pat had Joanna and the kids were dragged around to every match with us. A little later Pat had Steven. I finally stopped playing after I had a hysterectomy in 1981 at the age of forty. I don't know how much longer Pat continued for.

 

Meanwhile, my marriage had ended in divorce in 1968 but in 1976 I met Ron Brooks, a widower with two young sons, and we were married in 1979 and I can honestly say that that was the best thing that had ever happened to me, apart from having Neil of course.

 

By a strange quirk, my eldest step-son Gary had become firm friends with a young man called Andrew Kirby. Recognise the name? Yes it was Jeanne's son only we did not connect until we met at a party a few years ago.

 

So the years have rolled on, we are all pensioners or about to be pensioners and most of us are grand-parents. Three marriages have ended in divorce, one of us is a widow but six  are still married. I think that's a pretty good record don't you? Inevitably, nostalgia creeps in but I am so glad that we have all met again. At least we are all still here, despite one or two of us having had health scares. Here's to the HOGS and long may we go on together now that we have found each other again! 

 

October 2001

 

 

Since the above was written in 2001 my life has turned upside down again. Sadly, my dear husband Ron died of lung cancer in December 2002. It has taken me a while to start living life to the full again but I have had the support not only from my own family but from my many friends and most comforting of all, -The Hogs. Four of us went to Paris for a few days in 2004, the others leaving their husbands to cope on their own, and wow! – what a good few days that was. The cuckoo estate is where I formed my early friendships and they have certainly endured. Long live all Cuckooites,

 

Val Brooks (Bailey) lived at 4 Hillyard Rd

 

Edna Robinson (Bailey lived at 4 Hillyard Rd

 

Margaret Gardener (Ansell) lived at 45 Westcott Crescent

 

Eunice Eason (Allen) lived on Browning Ave

 

Val McAndrew (Eaton) lived at 23 Hillyard Rd

 

Jean Denton (Russell) lived on Benham Rd

 

Jackie Smart (Rumble) lived on Templeman Rd

 

Dot King (Prior) lived in Westcott Crescent

 

Pat Frolich (Gadston) lived at 105, Mayfield Gdns

 

Jeanne Kirby (Palmer) lived "over the hill"

 

Betty  Morris (Grant) lived on Greenford Ave

 

Pat Marsh (Hodgson) lived on either Harp, Templeman or Browning

Tuesday, 4 December 2007

December bulletin board

Here we go again,this months bulletin board is open to all your thoughts and communications ,have fun with it and keep those lines of communications open looking forward to reading all your comments. Tommy

Saturday, 1 December 2007

Why would they want to do that?

Hi! everybody. Something changed without notice from google yesterday which I feel is a poor deal. When you wanted to make a comment, you had the option of clicking (google/blogger), (other),or (anonymous) before publishing you comment. Now for a reason known only to them google has changed the( other )button, and in its place is one called (nickname.) Initially it did cause some confusion but I think it is O.K. now. So in future, or at least untill Tommy returns, please use the nickname button excactly as you used the (other) button. Just click on it add your name then publish.Jim.

Thursday, 29 November 2007

jim davis.

Listen everybody there is a bug floating about over here, and I have picked it up. Although I don't think it is the Flu it is very smilar. It has knocked my pipe out today so I'm just warning you all to be aware. Come to think of it I had my Flu jab 2/3 weeks ago so it might be the Flu. Just you all take care. jim. 

Saturday, 24 November 2007

English Justice

Perhaps someone could enlighten me. I was a fan of football many years ago but that was when it was still a sport, and learning how to dive was not a part of the game. After a tackle from Nobby Stiles and Norman Hunter, real men as they were then picked themselves up and got on with it. My point is about real men and integrity. Along with many others I did not agree with the appointment of Steve Maclaren as England's head coach, and as it turned out our fears were well founded he was not up to the job. So quite rightly he was fired. But where is the integrity of those that chose him for the job in the first place. There is not one of the sad individuals on the F.A. commitee that have put there hands up, and confessed they are not up to it. In my opinion Maclaren was not at fault in believing in himself. But the commitee certainly were. Perhaps some of you might have a different view. Sorry Ladies something different in the next post a sport that only women do, that being topless mud wrestling, I bet you can't wait. Oh! I do like this Job. Jim

Thursday, 22 November 2007

message from the deputy

Well Tommy is off to the sun, and I hope he and Sue have a great trip. In the meantime you will have to put up with me. I hope everything will be O.K. but if it isn't Tough.

Tak to you all in a couple of weeks

I will be thinking of you as I am lying in the sun .Someone has to do it and it might as well be me.Remember to get  those Reunion Registrations in Time is Running out and we need to get the word out .Talk to you all again soon. Bye for now.Tommy your faithful editor.

Friday, 16 November 2007

Bulletin Board

Hi everyone ,here is a new feature we will post every month.This bulletin board is open to all your suggestions,comments,messages to other Cuckooites.You can use it for any thing you want.Totally of the wall with no restrictions please no vulgarity though I will sensor all comments I feel inappropriate.So go ahead and have fun the sky is your limit.
Your editor Tommy.

Thursday, 15 November 2007

Christmas is coming.

Christmas is coming!

 

Christmas is coming

And the geese are getting fat

Please put a penny in the old man's hat

If you can't spare a penny, a ha'penny will do

If you don't have a ha'penny, well God bless you!

 

I'm sure you all remember that little rhyme, but as Jackie just said Christmas is coming!

As usual it will be here sooner than you think and so will be another New Year.

So you'd better be sure to be good and send in your form and fee for the next April's Cuckooite Reunion 2008 before it's too late!

After it looks like it's going to be one celebration you will not want to miss out on.

 

Please see the earlier postings and the e-mail's that Tommy sent you for all the

Cuckooite Reunion 2008 mailing details and January's deadline.

If you can spare the 15 quid fee it will definitely be well worth it.

If you can't,…..well God bless you all anyway.

Wednesday, 14 November 2007

Life today on the Cuckoo estate.By Liz Sarucco a fellow Cuckooite from the 21st century.

WHAT A GREAT STORY LIZ.

I moved to the Cuckoo Estate in 1989, shortly after arriving in the UK from Holland. I was looking for a house somewhere in between Heathrow and Hammersmith and Hanwell seemed the obvious choice. I first set my eye on a house in Kennedy Road but when the survey showed bad signs of subsidance I decided to continue looking and found my current house in Stephenson Road, which I loved at first sight. It has been modified quite a lot from the original layout. From what I understand, these houses had 3 bedrooms upstairs and the bathroom downstairs. Like many others, this one has been converted to 2 bedrooms with an upstairs bathroom. The downstairs area has been made open plan and an extension built at the back which serves as utility room and a small porch at the front. The privet hedge at the front had been removed before I purchased and replaced with a brick wall, the shared pathway divided into two. I have since planted privet in between those paths to bring back some of the original "feel".
 
I moved in on the Friday preceeding May bank holiday and was greeted by my new next door neighbours; Ethel in no 43 offered to make me a cup of tea as I had lost my kettle and Bet in no 47 who turned into a great friend and confidant. Because my house is mid-terrace and the previous owners were good friends with Bet, an access gate had been created in between the two properties. This turned out to be a great asset for me as, through the first few years that followed me moving in, I landscaped the garden and the idea of having to move all that soil, rubble, compost etc through the house would not have appealed to me. It also meant that we had many evening chats through the open gate at the back whilst hanging our washing etc. Bet had many cats and a dog and we sort of "shared" them as I am an animal lover but had no time to keep any of my own. She also had a big family and Sunday afternoons were great fun when they all came over for lunch and a play in the garden. I must also mention Dave & Anna in no 41; Dave used to sell crisps from his van and Anna smoked like a chimney. They have since moved to Norfolk. Eileen in no 35 and Jean & Len in no 23 are still living here and are good friends.
 
I worked at Heathrow and as the evenings were getting longer I used to rush home to spend time in my garden. I didn't have a car so the journey was tiresome walking down to Hanwell Bus Station (now closed), then bus out towards Hayes and then another bus across to Heathrow. Saturdays I would go to West Ealing for my weekly shop, again by bus. On Sundays I would walk through "the field" as we called it in those days, to get to the Community Centre where the Garden Shop was open for 2 hours and we could purchase cheap fertilisers and other garden stuff and have a chat with other local gardeners. Walking through the "field" in those days was a calming experience as it was all wild and not many people about. I also did some voluntary work in the garden shop, but things were slow, the society decided to close down and so did the shop.  I tried the one at Greenford but it was just not the same as I didn't know anyone.
 
I eventually left my work at Heathrow and moved on to work in Hertfordshire, got myself a little car and life changed somewhat. I was now able to get around easier and do my weekly shop in Sainsbury's and make trips to the garden centre every weekend. I spent every spare moment in my garden, got a shed and a greenhouse and learnt lots as I went along. In spite of growing up on a farm in Sweden I didn't really have a clue about gardening but thanks to Gardeners World on TV every Friday with good old Geoff Hamilton and my gardening magazines, I soon picked up on what to do and when to do it and I think most of my neighbours labelled me a bit mad as I used to be out there in all weathers, especially since my greenhouse got lights installed.
 
Life changed again as I started working in the City, in the financial world, as an IT professional. I was on call 24/7 and although I kept the garden going (an earned lots more money) I had less time to spend in it actually relaxing and the travelling into town by public transport and abroad for business too meant I had much less time to spend in the local area. It was literally a matter of just sleeping at home, if lucky, and then being away for the rest of the day. This lasted for a few years before I got fed up with the "rat race" and started looking for something closer to home. I found a job as an IT technician in Uxbridge.
 
The first few weeks were fantastic as I got there in less than an hour with my little car and got home on time in the evenings. The truth is, I didn't quite know what to do with myself! Then I started getting involved in large European wide projects, and suddenly work took over, once again. I started travelling, got a mobile phone and got promoted. The piece and quiet was over and I was yet again available for conferences and such like at evening time. It was hard to concentrate on anything in the home or the surrounding area.
 
The promotions continued, as did the out-of-hours work until suddenly, the company started having difficulties and I was offered redundancy. I accepted and about the same time had my pregnancy confirmed. It was an emotional time. I went to the Caribbean to relax for a bit, spending some of my redundancy money and I had a great time. Upon my return, I decided to start looking for work but held out little hope as my bump would soon start showing, and what employer in their right mind would offer a job to a pregnant woman?
 
To make a long story short, I did not find another job but decided to adopt a puppy instead. Our lovely Leo is a Golden Retriever, now six and a half, and he really got me out and about in the local area. We went to the park at least twice every day when he was young, even after I gave birth to my son Richard. I must be one of the few mothers who, three days after having a C-section, was walking a big dog in the park with my baby in a sling. I remember it well, my feet were still swollen after the pregnancy and I could not wear any shoes. Only the very old pair of size 40 Swedish clogs that I found in the shed fitted me!
 
Since getting Leo, I have walked most of the estate, not just the park. We have done miles with the buggy and when Richard started to walk on his own, many many miles in the park as it was softer to fall on grass than on the tarmac. We were involved in starting the "Friends of Cuckoo Park" association 2 years ago. The first meeting was held at the Hanwell Community Centre, but as we had such a small number of members to start off with, it was agreed we would hold bi-monthly meetings at our house. We achieved quite a lot; new bins, promoting wildlife and plants, repairs/replacement of equipment in the playground, clamping down on dog fouling, removal of fly tips  and litter etc -  all with the help of our local Rangers, Neighbourhood Police, councilors and anti-social behaviour representatives from Ealing Council.
 
Richard is now 6 and since the age of 3 he has attended Hobbayne Primary School. Last year I got a job at the school and poor Leo's life changed somewhat. Instead of going to the park twice a day, I walked him round Stephenson Road, Little John Road, Homefarm Road, Westcott Crescent and Browning Avenue in the mornings. In the afternoons, as I was at first part time, I would come home and take him to the park.
 
However, now that I have a "full-time" (read: school time) job and Richard plays football at Brentside on Saturdays,  we only go to the park on Sunday mornings when Richard does Stagecoach at Hobbayne for an hour and a half. Leo still gets his two walks a day of course, but mainly on the streets and as a newly appointed "Streetwatcher", that allows me to keep an eye on "my" roads = Stephenson, Little John, Homefarm and Framfield. On Mondays, Richard does tap dancing at North Hanwell Baptist Church in Cuckoo Avenue so we both go there to pick him up. On Thursday it is ballet time at St Mary's Church Hall in Greenford Avenue and the same applies there. We do get about quite a bit and I have made many, many friends on the estate since I got Leo and, needless to say, since becoming a very lucky mum to my gorgeous son Richard.
 
 
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Tuesday, 13 November 2007

Jackie Lovell (From Eastbourne)

Hi to you all from Eastbourne. Lovely in the day just started to be frosty at night. Christmas soon to be here!! Where has the year gone? Since our return to the UK our feet have never touched the ground. WHAT do you do in retirement they say!!!!! 9 grandchildren have taken over our lives seems more to do as they get older than when they are babies. At least when small all activities in the home now it's into the car and dash from one field to another cheering on a rugby, football, netball,( Do you remember Effo our netball team was unbeatable we smashed all the other schools.)open evenings, prizegiving, school shows, all mine believe they have the star part when standing at the back with a spear, flag, flower, umbrella. Wonderful and all so innocent. Millie the youngest of the team delighted to be the one carrying the bread to the alter at harvest. Magic moments the reason we are back here!!!! Wanted to let you know can you please be sure to change my e-mail address to johnnjackie@waitrose.com ( well thats if you have not already?) Having a tidy up on the laptop and this is the main address now. We are into small groups for Christmas Day then the whole team and more for Boxing Day at middle daughters. She lives in Kingston Surrey so those from North and South can meet in the middle, plus she can with a squeeze garden tables, borrowed knives and forks, extra chairs get us all in one room!!!!!!!! Good fun I enjoy the cold turkey as much has hot and easier. Have a great time yourselves. Tommy thanks for the phone number, will give it just before they leave which I think is mid December. Jackie thank you for all you are doing, hope the numbers are coming along. Hugs and bubbles Jackie ( Lovell )

We could use a leader like this.

Prime Minister John Howard - Australia

Muslims who want to live under Islamic Sharia law were told on Wednesday to get out of Australia , as the government targeted radicals in a bid to head off potential terror attacks.

A day after a group of mainstream Muslim leaders pledged loyalty to Australia and her Queen at a special meeting with Prime Minister John Howard, he and his Ministers made it clear that extremists would face a crackdown. Treasurer Peter Costello, seen as heir apparent to Howard, hinted that some radical clerics could be asked to leave the country if they did not accept that Australia was a secular state, and its laws were made by parliament. "If those are not your values, if you want a country which has Sharia law or a theocratic state, then Australia is not for you", he said on National Television

"I'd be saying to clerics who are teaching that there are two laws governing people in Australia : one the Australian law and another Islamic law that is false. If you can't agree with parliamentary law, independent courts, democracy, and would prefer Sharia law and have the opportunity to go to another country, which practices it, perhaps, then, that's a better option", Costello said.

Asked whether he meant radical clerics would be forced to leave, he said those with dual citizenship could possibly be asked to move to the other country. Education Minister Brendan Nelson later told reporters that Muslims who did not want to accept local values should "clear off. Basically people who don't want to be Australians, and who don't want, to live by Australian values and understand them, well then, they can basically clear off", he said.

Separately, Howard angered some Australian Muslims on Wednesday by saying he supported spy agencies monitoring the nation's mosques. Quote: "IMMIGRANTS, NOT AUSTRALIANS, MUST ADAPT. Take It Or Leave It. I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Bali , we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Australians."

"However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled when the 'politically correct' crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism was offending others. I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to Australia " "However, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand." "This idea of Australia being a multi-cultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. And as Australians, we have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own life style."

"This culture has been developed over two centuries of struggles, trials and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom"

"We speak mainly ENGLISH, not Spanish, Lebanese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society. Learn the language!"

"Most Australians believe in God. This is not some Christian, right wing, political push, but a fact, because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture."

"We will accept your beliefs, and will not question why. All we ask is that you accept ours, and live in harmony and peaceful enjoyment with us."

"If the Southern Cross offends you, or you don't like "A Fair Go", then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from. By all means, keep your culture, but do not force it on others.

"This is OUR COUNTRY, OUR LAND, and OUR LIFESTYLE, and we will allow you every opportunity to enjoy all this. But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about Our Flag, Our Pledge, Our Christian beliefs, or Our Way of Life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great Australian freedom, 'THE RIGHT TO LEAVE'."

"If you aren't happy here then LEAVE. We didn't force you to come here. You asked to be here. So accept the country YOU accepted."

Wednesday, 7 November 2007

Silly things our Mum said.

Something jogged my memory a few days ago and it made me smile.  My mum used to say some silly things, such as when I was being told off and I smiled she often said " You will be laughing on the other side of your face in a minute"  Err, what did she mean by that.? And "I did not come down on the up train you know"  And "I might be cabbage looking but I am not Green"  They were silly old sayings from another era that have long died out. Is there any more your folks used to say to you?

 

Jim.

Monday, 5 November 2007

Memoirs of a Scoundrel by Jim Davis

This book is a great read,once I started reading it I could not put it
down.Anyone who lived on the estate can relate to this story in one way or
another.Well done Jim I applaud you.

Editor Cuckooites.org
 
I am posting this email in response to a request I had from Tommy, regarding my book that has been published. He read it a while ago and said he enjoyed it very much, and thought it would be nice if he could download a preview for our web pages. But I am afraid that is technically not possible, so he asked me to do a short introduction, so here goes.
I am the author Jim Davis and I was born on a west London council estate, ( in fact the Cuckoo estate ). For many people this equates to coming from the wrong side of the tracks, and I don't think I would disagree too strongly with this pre-conception. Anyway this is my tale of a young scallywag that grew into a scoundrel. Love, hate, humour, Joy and sorrow, all are covered within these pages. To those who decideto read my story I hope you enjoy it. http://www.lulu.com/content/305123 Click on the link that I have provided. It will take you directly to the book.You cannot do any damage and you can't accidently purchase the book. So have a read and see what you think. If any of you folk in the U.S. decide you want to purchase one, as the book is printed over there your best bet is to purchase it through lulu.com In the U.K. If you want you have the choice of ordering direct, or if you let me know I can order then forward it to you. So have a look you are not commited.Jim
 
 
 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Cuckoo seniors The war years

 Cuckoo Seniors, 1944. The headmaster was Mr. Oliver, other teachers were Mr.
 Holmes, Skirth, Tye, who subdued upstarts with a large gym slipper, Taffy
 Evans, and Mrs. Nicholson. The daily issue of milk came in churns and I was
 the milk monitor. That entailed helping the milk lady to set out fifty
 beakers and then fill them with a gill of milk. Then I'd hare off to the
 first class and announce that they could go to the hall for their ration,
 then rush back to help rinse out the beakers and refill them for the next
 class. By the time every class had attended the morning was almost over, so
 I didn't have too many lessons. The air- raid shelters were on the far side
of the playground in a field which eventually became a prefab site. They
were like a rabbit warren and had duckboards as there was always water down there.
I progressed from being the milk monitor, during an air-raid, to being the wine - gum monitor.
 The deal was, if we were down there for exactly one
 hour, I would be given a cake tin full of the sweets and hand one out to
 each boy, If they had been allowed to dip their hands into the tin it would
 have been empty by the time I'd gone a few yards, so I'd ask each kid which
 colour they wanted and sort that out. Grubby fingers weren't an item. On
 some occasions we'd be down there for two hours and so a second sweet was
 issued. I remember once when the all clear sounded with only a few minutes
 to go before I did a second round, John Hancock, who lived in Upfied, gave
 me thumping in the playground as though it was my fault that he'd been
 deprived of whatever colour he preferred. He led a band of school ruffians
 known as the Muller Gang which terrified the rest of us. I ran into him in
 the 50s and he seemed almost human and was in the Merchant Navy. I notice
 from one of the sites pictures of the school that the motto has been
 changed. It used to be "Service, Not Self." Taffy Evans was the music
 teacher and had been invalided out of the RAF. Every  so often, in the
 middle of a lesson, he would collapse in a shivering heap and then rush out
 of the room. Mr. Skirth taught woodwork and had been recalled from
 retirement..We were expected to supply the wood from any houses that had
 been blitzed during the night. He was very short tempered and threw a chisel
 at one of the lads which stuck in the door about a foot above his head. Mrs.
 Nicholson taught hard sums and was the wife of an archaeologist. If she
 mentioned algebra, someone would always ask what it meant and she would
 launch into recounts of her travels in the desert and that would be the end
 of the lesson. Happy days. Del. 

Saturday, 3 November 2007

Fw: November newsletter

 
 
Sent: Wednesday, October 31, 2007 5:54 PM
Subject: November newsletter

Hi everyone and a happy November to you all,have you noticed how quickly the months seem to pass by.You folks in the U.K. turned your clocks back last weekend .Congress here in the U.S.A. decided to extend it one week so we will be getting dark by 5 p.m. starting Sunday.I for one do not like the winter nights here in Seattle it seems to rain from November to March not heavy just a steady rain.We should be thankful as we have the greenest state in the country and never have a water shortage like other parts of the south are having.I will be gone most of November I am meeting my best friend Maurice Field formally from Cuckoo avenue (we grew up together)in Las vegas for a few days we do this every year just the two of us ,no spouses .As the saying goes (What goes on in Vegas stays in Vegas).Anyway we have a great time .Then Sue and I are taking a two week cruise to the Panama Canal and the Eastern Caribbean.News on the website might be a little scarce the month of November .
November we celebrate Thanksgiving day and would like to share my thanks with you all for another great year that I have been blessed with,two new Grandkids healthy and loved. I have seen our website explode and our group grow in great numbers,every day I hear from someone new who has found us and is excited about what we are trying to achieve and the good thing is, it does not cost you a penny to belong to this group and you can opt out by just sending me a email.We force no one to join us and do not want to become Spam to you.We all know we have enough of that junk mail.I want to thank My friends out there who believed in this vision I had and helped me set up this Website. I could never had done it without you, Jim Davis and your son Jimmy.Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Today we are reaping the rewards along with the rest of you.
We have some exciting features coming up in the next couple of months on our website.We will be featuring a group of woman who grew up on  and around the estate who call themselves the Hogs.  Hanwell old girls, Val Bailey has sent me some great photo's and her diary she has kept on this group I have just loved reading their story's,I am sure you will recognize some of the names they talk about.Please take the time to browse our website and spread our message it is fun and will make you laugh and cry.You will remember places you forgot about and things you did as a kid that you can share with your Grandkids,mine love hearing the stories about the games we played ,good ones and bad.As we go forward we want our children and Grandchildren even great Grandkids to learn about our heritage. Our roots from where we came from so they can learn from us and maybe make this a better world to live in.
 
Last and not least get those registrations in to Jackie let us get the numbers needed and sell out this event.Folks around the world are waiting on you so they can book their trips to this event.Remember to spread the word and keep smiling it cost's nothing.And be sure to call a friend.
 

Friday, 2 November 2007

Special diet for woman to deal with stress of the day

This is a specially formulated diet designed to help WOMEN cope with the
stress that builds during the day. I have found that this really works!!


BREAKFAST
* 1 Grapefruit
* 1 slice whole-wheat toast
* 1 cup skim milk

LUNCH
* 1 small portion lean, steamed chicken with a cup of spinach * 1 cup
herbal tea
* 1 Penguin Biscuit

AFTERNOON TEA
* The rest of the Penguins from the packet
* 1 tub of Gino Ginelli ice cream with chocolate topping


DINNER
* 4 bottles of wine (red or white)
* 2 loaves garlic bread
* 1 family size Supreme pizza

* 3 snickers bars

LATE NIGHT SNACK
* 1 whole cheesecake (eaten directly from the freezer)

REMEMBER:

"Stressed" spelled backwards is desserts"

Send this to four women and you will lose two kilograms


Send this to all the women you know (or ever knew) and you
will lose 10kgs

IF you delete this message you will gain 10 kgs

Here's some advice for you:

Dr. Neil proclaimed the way to achieve inner peace is to
finish all the things you have started. So I looked around
my house to see things I started and hadn't finished; and,
before leaving the house this morning,I finished off a
bottle
of Pinot, a bottle of Chardonnay , a botle of Baileys, a
Butle of Kehuha, a pockage of Pinqeuns, tha 'mainder of botl
Prozic and Valum prscriptins, the res of the Chesescke, an a
bax a cholates.

Yu haf no idr who gud I fel.



Top ten pops 1957

 
UK Charts.
1. That'll Be The Day-Buddy Holly and the Crickets
2. Party- Elvis Presley
3. Tammy-Debbie Reynolds
4. Remember Your Mine-Pat Boone
5. Be My Girl-Jim Dale
6. Dianna-Paul Anka
7. Man On Fire-Frankie Vaughan
8. Mary's Boy Child-Harry Belafonte
9. I Love Yo Baby-Paul Anka
10.Gotta Have Something In The Bank Frank-Frankie Vaughan/Kaye Sisters

Thursday, 1 November 2007

As A Kid do you remember the 5th November.By J.B.

Guy Fawkes Day

Remember, remember the 5th of November.

Do you?

That's the day Guy Fawkes unsuccessfully plotted and tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament with a bomb and gunpowder, his penalty for this must have been that he was to be burned at the stake or some other gruesome demise. So since then, every year, the ritual of burning his effigy is celebrated.

To us as kids on the Cuckoo Estate it was a big and exciting day to look forward to.

We would get ready by making a "Guy" out of old clothes and stuff it with rags, horse chestnut leaves and old newspaper, usually we'd give him a painted mask of some sort, and often this was made from paper machete and a hat. We would find an old wheelbarrow, pushchair or pram and wheel our Guy around the streets or park it up the shops on Greenford Avenue. We would hang a sign on him and holler "Penny for the Guy!" and collect the money anyone threw in an old cheese cutter hat. With all the money we collected we saved to buy fireworks (firecrackers). There were many different kinds, some that I remember were, Jumping Jack Crackers, Cherry Bombs, Catherine Wheels, Rockets, Roman Candles and a variety of others that would explode into wonderful bursts of colours with names like Mount Etna, Mount Krakatau, etc.,etc.

Before the big night we would build a "Bonfire", there was almost one in every back garden and at least one giant one up the Old Cuckoo Schools, which was piled high with any old junk furniture and rubbish that people needed to get rid of. The ones in our back gardens were somewhat smaller but still pretty big. On top of the bonfires we would burn our effigy of Guy Fawkes. I'm not sure if all that smoke was healthy, couple with the chimney smoke it only made the foggy London days more smoggy.

This event must all sound pretty pagan to the uninitiated and in some ways I guess it was.

Remember this event was not only on the Cuckoo Estate but celbrated all over England, plus there were some more organized and supervised public bonfires and firework displays on Ealing Common and many other large open spaces such as Hampstead Heath.

But the really exciting stuff took place in our own back gardens, my family lived next door to the Fields family and I remember the fun we all had.

Leading up to that day of course we'd light Jumping Jacks and scare some one walking by or let Cherry Bombs of under dustbin lids which made a loud bang and sent the old metal lid up in the air. I shudder to think how unsafe it all was, especially the Roman Candles that sometimes we handheld and fired across fences into your neighbour's garden in some kind of mock warfare game.

Today of course things are much more organized and responsible, with huge public displays of fantastic fireworks along the Thames and other places, nowadays I think it's really more like an American 4th of July (Independence (from us Brits) Day) event.

Does anyone else remember their Guy Fawkes Day from when they were little, or can you remember more names of fireworks?

Or would you like to share any special memories you may have of those good old days we enjoyed so much. Now the purchase of fireworks is illegal in many US states, which I must say in my old age I agree with. There are sadly many tragic injuries caused by irresponsible and unsupervised use of them and also the poor pets and animals are driven crazy by all the noise. It is much better and safer I think to see an organized huge colourful display over a lake or river.

Computer skills From Jim Davis

Hi Tom I would like to draw our groups attention to lynda.com As you 
know my son lectures about computers at University. He contacted me 
about 3 months ago because of the teaching web site lynda.com He said 
he was so impressed  he signed up for it himself. Go and have a look 
at the site it costs nothing to look. Almost all of the thing they 
teach, you will be able to go into and have a look and indeed 
practice what they are teaching. I went to the site and after only a 
short while I decided to sign up for it also. Jimmy my son signed up 
for the top package $400 for the year and I told him I would do the 
same. But his advice was the package he took was largely to do with a 
lot of new programs. Which he was sure none of us would have. So go 
and have a look as much as you want it costs nothing. But of course 
you will be restricted how far into these lessons you can go unless 
you sign up, then you have unrestricted access to every thing. In 
every tuition video  you are looking at the tutors computer screen as 
if you are looking at your own. You are actually watching him move 
the curser around and clicking on things. So if any of you take a 
look and decide to sign up don't go for the top one. You can sign up 
for $25 per month with no minimum term, so you can cancel after only 
one month if you like. Or $250 for the year saving $50 (that is the 
one I took). Go and have a look and keep going back to it as often as 
you like, and you will soon get the hang of it. And most importantly 
let us all know what you think of it. Jim Davis


Am I a Cuckooite

 have by far the worst memory for trivia!
 
The Walpole and the Palladiem were the two theatres in Ealing Broadway, wow  its been a long time.ago. Are they still standing? The Lido was in Sth Ealing. I think the Curzon was in Hanwell?  Where was the Odeon? I remember the names but probably didn't spell them right! 
 
I think the Bluebell woods were somewhere across the canal at the bottom of Green Lane, Hanwell, weren't they??  Johnnie Ray sang the Little white Cloud that cried, I saw him at the London Palladium.
 
I think that is all I remember in the 20 trivia questions, not very good score. I do remember picking bluebells but not where!
 
I don't think I lived or attended a school in the Cuckoo Hills but someone told me St Ann's secondary School in Hanwell was a cuckoo school??  I lived on Osterley Park View Road, Hanwell when I first went to school at St Mark's then on Boston Rd when I went to St Anns for a year before passing some exam and went to Chiswick Tech till I left in 1954. By this time we lived in Northolt.back of the race course,that used to be.
 
I worked in London as an apprentice in hairdressing but got dermatitis and had to quit, then a cashier and window dresser in Ruislip for a short time after we moved, and then the London Mayfair telephone exchange, then Pinner and then USAFB at Ruislip,finally. I met my husband there and we married, lived in Greenford, before coming to the US in 1959.  My mother after a time living in Wales and losing her 2nd husband, my stepfather, came back to Northolt where she still lives but in a retirement place now.
 
I have been back to England several times over the years but it doesn't seem the same,  nothing does after being away from somewhere for a time. I love the rose filled gardens and the country side especially. . 
 
 Here,we were first stationed in Alabama which I enjoyed as it was close enough to the coast to visit. We were then separated while my husband was in Saudi, I came back to Northolt for a nice stay. We then were stationed in Missouri which was lovely but too far from the sea for me!! By this time we had three children. Finally we were stationed in Nebraska where my husband finally retired from the AF and began working at a credit card processing company till he retired again this time for the last time in 1996.
 
We decided one especially cold and snowy winter we needed to move south, we had lived in the same house for over 20 yrs but we packed up and moved to Florida!  Two of the three children had married and the last son married the year we were leaving in fact he bought our house for his first home.  We miss our three children and eight grandchildren but we try seeing them once a year and glad we are able to e-mail and talk on the telephone often.  The weather here in Southwest Florida is wonderful in Winter a little hot and humid in Summer but we can take it!  
 
I've written hoping I'm a cuckooite, maybe by my attending St Ann's, but not sure it was certainly nice reading some of the mail which brought back some good memories anyway!  Its a shame the children of today do not know the safety and enjoyment of being young back then, with not a lot of toys we still had fun and got the exercise out in the fresh air and not sitting playing video games indoors. Walking most of the time to the cinema, parks, I  remember walking from Hanwell to Ealing Broadway to the Walpole cinema and park, to south Ealing to the shops and Southall even, to the cinema!
 
Yvonne [Butterworth] Miller