Friday, 29 June 2007

The Trolley ,By John Taggs

This little story is dedicated to all my childhood friends, and especially attributed to Peter Culver, who lived at number 97 Cuckoo Avenue with his parents and brothers and sisters Arthur, Paul, June and Hilda. 

Pete, one of the nicest kids around, he played a big role in helping to get this trolley built.


The Trolley


It had to be the best home made trolley in the world.

Do any of you remember it?

Not only was it about ten feet long, but it was built for speed. It was made for us younger kids by an older brother who had by this time already left school.

He used the best and strongest scraps of wood that he could find. The strength and structure of the trolley was very important as it had to serve a special purpose.

It had to be strong enough to carry about ten of us kids to school. A six wheeler, it was fast, handled superbly and had a great steering mechanism at the front and a brake at the rear. The front wheels and axle were from an old pram and there were two medium sized wheels about half way along in the middle. The rear wheels were full sized bicycle wheels with inflated rubber tires. It was the envy of all the other kids on the estate, when viewed from the side it had a sloped and sporty racing look. I think we must have reached speeds in excess of thirty miles an hour if not more. Starting at the top of the Cuckoo hill and rolling down the avenue to Brants Walk and what was then Cuckoo Boys Junior School. There was a specified seating order which was predetermined by both our size and age. That meant the smallest kid and most likely the youngest sat at the very front and usually took the brunt of any occasional crashes. The next older kid sat behind him but had to have had longish legs so he could reach around the first kid to the front axle part with his feet to able to steer.  Then behind the second kid the age and size would progress right back to a couple of older and stronger kids who would run behind pushing until we reached speed and then they would jump on board, much like a bob sled race.

Once we reached Brants Walk we would hide the trolley in the council garden bushes until it was time to go home. Apart from myself who was actually the youngest, the other kids names that I can remember in approximate age order from front to back were: Myself, Jackie French, Paul Culver, Ray Shelvy, Alan Fields, Tony Moody, Peter Culver, Brian Jones, Eddie Walford and Roy Markwell.

Those were the days, we made our own fun and toys and thoroughly enjoyed it!

Sylvia Smith memory's

From Sylvia (Smith) Johnson
I lived at 83 Homefarm Road from 1936 till 1959.  I lived next to the Goodyeres, Gainsbury family, the Peddles, Pat Roberts,  the Farleys, Chisholmes family and lots more    I worked at Cadby Hall for about 3 years. Then went to  Virols for a few years, then a company in West Ealing.  I left there to have my first child.  I went back to work in 1973 to Walter Kidde, where I worked for 26 years until I retired 5 years ago  I have not had many jobs since I left school.  I am so boring!!!!
The people I was friendly with at school was Margeret Preston who I am still in touch with, Audrey Barton, Sheila Barrow, Sheila Germain , and lots of others. I went to the old Cuckoo Schools Youth club and there were lots of people who went there that I knew well. Among them were,  Peter Cuthbert, Jackie Stanard ,Clive Whiteman, Dereck Brooks (who was very friendly with Frannie Pocknee).
Frankie Davidson was my dance partner for jive.  He lived next door but one to me.  He died a few years ago. He was a Tailor and he made my husband a fancy waistcoat for our wedding. Barry Irons I went out with for a while .  There's loads of people I remember from the club at the old cuckoo schools.

Ron Ratchfordwith with Grandkids and Daughter,Winter in Ausralia.

Victory Party Westcote Crescent 1945

victory party Stephenson road

Victory party Stephenson Road

Victory party 1945 Stephenson Road.

War time girls,Florrie Higginbottom,Eileen Higginbottom,Maria bataglia 1945, Milk wagon.

Paul Harris ,Dad and Grandparents They lived on Harp Road

Thursday, 21 June 2007

Rules to play Conkers



Two players each have a 'conker' threaded on a knotted string.  Players take alternate hits at their opponent's conker and the game is won when one player destroys the other's conker.


The conkers.    The game was usually played with nuts from the horse chestnut tree.  When preparing their conkers, players made a hole through the center with a sharp instrument, such as a meat skewer.  Some players then hardened their conkers by soaking them in vinegar or salt water and/or baking them.  Excellent conkers were obtained by storing them in the dark for a year.  When the conker was ready, a strong piece of string or bootlace was threaded through the hole and knotted at one end, the string long enough for about 9 inches to hang down after it was wrapped once or twice around the hand.


Scoring the game.    Conkers were usually described according to the number of victories won with them ... a 'oner', 'fiver', 'seventy-fiver'.  A conker added one to its title each time it destroyed a conker that had never won a game.  A conker that defeated a conker with previous wins claimed one for defeating it plus all the defeated conker's wins ... so a 'fiver' that defeated another 'fiver' became an 'elevener'.


Tuesday, 19 June 2007

Ethels comments on photo.

Jackie (Lovell) , Linda (Chadwick) and I were in the same class at St. Ann's.  Jackie was the head girl.  We went through the four years together, all except Linda who left school the year before.  Linda and Jackie have stayed close friends throughout the years.  We all met again through the Friends Reunited site in 2002..
We all met up again at the 03 Cuckoo reunion  It was such a great time for all four of us.  Jackie, who lived in Portugal at that time, brought with her a lovely pillow that she had made and embroidered with "Friends Forever".  That pillow, along with this photo have a special place in my home.
I met Maureen (Slattery), who is on the left, at my first job, in the Catering Office at Cadby Hall in Hammersmith.  We became really good chums.  She introduced me to the life in that area of London, We used to spend weekends at each others homes.  When she first came to the Cuckoo Estate and Greenford, she said "Oh, Eff, you live in the country!"
It was wonderful getting together again after all of these years, and I have to thank the 03 reunion for making it possible. 

Maureen Slattery,Jackie Lovell,Ethel Stevens and Linda Chadwick old friends Reunited at the 2003 Reunion

Tuesday, 12 June 2007

My Family By Paul Harris

Paul Harris said...

Hi, this is Paul Harris I am the son of John Harris of Harp road. My Dad was one of 3 children of Margeret Harris (meg) Dads sisters were Pat and Francis. Dad sadly died at the very young age of 65 I miss him very much. Dads sister Pat married a local chap called Pete Morris, Pete ran a garage and car showroom in Hanwell for many years, sadly Pete and Pat died within weeks of each other, they had 3 daughters. My Dad met my mum Janice Carter who Lived with her parents Ivy and Frederick(Jimmy) Carter at no 1 Westcott Cresent, she has a Brother Jack now in australia and Joy Married to Bob Stevens. Mum had 2 sons Wayne and Jeffrey from a previous marraige. I have no recolections of the area as I wasnt born till 1961 by then Mum and Dad had moved to Chelsea as dad was a fireman (i was born in the fire station). I do remember visiting nan and grandad at Westcott Cresent next door at no 3 lived an old couple called Mr and Mrs French and i can remember an old black motor bike and side car being outside in the road this belonged to "POP" who was my great grandad (nan carters dad)
After talking with my mum she said that dad was in a skittle group that played in the street at the weekend and some of dads friends names were, Terry Grinham, Kenny Woods and Bob Stevens who ended up as my uncle as he married Joy my mums sister. Sorry this is a lot of life stories in a short space so would be very interested in any information that you may have about my family my mail address is

Sunday, 10 June 2007

My memory's Ron Ratchford

I was born in Islington N.7 but was shipped over to W.7 aged three, for the improved facilities, not that I remember much about the Caledonian Road. There were nine of us in the Ratchford family, so we scored a large flat over Clarks the Bakers, our actual address was 21 Bordars Walk. My father was not overly keen on moving so far from his family roots, but he set himself up with his rabbits in the back garden and got on with organising an allotment down behind the Park Hotel. It wasn't long before the lure of the rabbits got to someone, for one night half of the prize rabbits disapppeared. This made him fairly ropeable and so the next night he sat out on the back steps with a shovel ready to whack anyone who might try for the remaining bunnies. Hour after hour he sat and nothing, then my mother called out that there was a pot of tea on the go, so he nipped upstairs for a few minutes, to be confronted with empty cages upon his return. I don't think this incident endeared him to the estate, but me, I had a wonderful childhood, being the second youngest of seven children.
There were not too many of my age in Bordars Walk, Sheila Bransfield lived in the first house, but she was a girl. I went to Cuckoo infants school in Laurie Road where I remember Miss Armitage, who had this enormous chest and then on to the Junior School. One of my memories of the junior school was English lessons, where I was embarrassd by my propensity to drop my aiches. For remedial action I was put under the wing of Michael O'Leary from Elfwine Rd, who was the best reader in the class and he would correct my 'ospitals and 'olidays. To such an extent that one day he annouced that I was ready to re-join the normal reading class. As each person read a passage the teacher congratulated them and on this particular occasion stopped the reader and said "Ratchford, you read the next sentence" I stood up full of myself and started to read..."and the prisoner in the dock addressed the judge 'Your Honour.....well o'course this was a word that had a silent aitch..the class erupted in peels of laughter and I died. Ah school days.
But I did have a streak of luck because my brothers had gone through the school earlier and had been brilliant football players. It was therefore assumed that I had inherited the same skills and I was called out by Mr Griggs to represent the school, when I was not even in the fourth year, much to the envy of my classmates. Mind you looking back at the games in Brentfield, the balls weighed a ton, as it always seem to be wet and muddy in the football season. It must have been good training though for I was selected to play for Ealing at the rather swank Popes Field near Gunnersbury Park.
Later, I managed somehow to pass my 11plus and won a place at Drayton Manor, which was a whole new world for me. My mum struggled to outfit me in the uniform with the help of Provident cheques. She always planned for the future, and my blazer was bought in anticipation of me making it to the third form at least.
My childhood friends were many and varied. I was a member of the Lennie Applin Gang, along with John Godfrey, John Lines, Podge Herring, Barry Beaman, Kenny Papworth and others, and I remember our rivals were the Brinnie Roberts gang up at the top of Westcott. I joined the newly opened Hanwell Boys Club after a stint in the 8th Hanwell Cubs. The Club Leader, Norman Crook, promoted the Five-a-side Tournament in the community centre and I thought I was in Heaven. It was around this time I started to notice girls and took rather a fancy to Jenny Jones, whose father helped organise the indoor football, but I thought she was out of my league a bit, so admired her from a distance. I did go out with a very nice girl from Upfield Rd named Maureen Foster for a while, but mostly it was girls from the surrounding area who were my main loves.
As I went into my late teens I spent more time with the Baker boys, Mickey Prior and John Dawe all who lived within a small area of Westcott. We have endured over the years, and whenever I return to England I catch up with as many of my old friends as I can. I had a few jobs around Hanwell, notably a postman on the estate in the early 60's, I must have fancied the uniform life, for when I was 18 I joined the British Army, which eventually lead me to joining the Australian Army and spending most of my life in the military.
I actually married a girl from Southall and we have four children and four grandchildren. My main interests are still family and football and I turn out each sunday to play in the Masters competition here in Canberra. My team likes to travel so we go to the all of the World Masters Championships, having played in the USA and in Canada recently. Australia overall has been a great adventure and for ten pound, very good to me, but that's a story for another day.
I think I can claim for planting the seed of the idea of an Estate Reunion, I was writing to Jen Jones/Sheila Bransfield and suggested that when I came over from Australia it would be fun to meet some others from the Estate in the White Hart. The girls arranged it and about 15 of us got together for a vey enjoyable time, and it was suggested we do it again sometime. The following year the very first big one took place and as they say the rest is history.
regards Ron

Saturday, 9 June 2007

The street where I lived on the Cuckoo Estate.

Listed below are all the streets, roads, avenues, crescents, walks, paths and closes on the Cuckoo Estate. We ask you to find the street you lived on and fill in your information under comments. Please be a good neighbor and do your part, as follows:

Year you moved in.
Year you moved away.
The number of your house or flat.
Family name, parents names and siblings names.

We're hoping that visitors to our Website can identify where they lived and be able to find friends and neighbors who lived on the same street.

Thanks for participating.

The Editor.

Fw: The House where I lived

                                                           Cuckoo Avenue.

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                                                        Riverside Close.

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                                                        Greenford Avenue.

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Borders Road & Borders Walk.

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                                                        Benham Road.

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                                                        Hillyard Road.


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                                                            Laurie Road.

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                                         Elfwine Road.

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                                                        Kennedy Road.

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                            Kennedy Path.

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                                                    Upfield Road.

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                                                        Greatdown Road.

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                                                        Hale Walk.

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                                                    Westcott Crescent.

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                                                    Harp Road. 


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                                                   Wakeling Road.

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                                          Templeman Road

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                             Homefarm Road.

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                                       LittleJohn Road.

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                                                Lyle Crescent.

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                   Hall Drive.

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        Stephenson Road.


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                        Browning Avenue.

Thursday, 7 June 2007

Hear Ye. Hear Ye.Spread the Word.

Jim Davis,Can you help me.

If anyone can put me in touch with Ron Clark or a member of his 
family, (during and after the war they lived in
Brants Walk ) I would be very pleased. Ron had a profound positive 
affect on my life, He was/is not  aware of that fact and I  think it 
would be nice to let him know. He really did change my life 
completely . Here's hoping Jim Davis.

Wednesday, 6 June 2007

The old Cuckoo School

Memories from the past

Beyond the Brent ,By Taggs

Tommy here's a Beyond the Brent Story…   I lived on Cuckoo Avenue and went to Brentside boy's school (Cuckoo boys school). It was the 50's and although I wasn't lucky enough to pass the 11 plus and go to grammar school, like my school chum Gordon Furneux did, later on in secondary school I somehow managed to pass the "technical exam" at age about 12 or 13, along with another school pal Dave Elliott whom I think used to live on Homefarm Rd. On list of technical schools that we could have chosen to go to was Ealing Junior Art School and against our teacher's advice we opted for that as we both loved to draw. Wow, it totally changed everything, it was one of the very few co-educational schools in London at that time, boys and girls in the same class from the ages of 13 to 15, just what the doctor ordered to spice things up a bit. Needless to say my general education, English, Arithmetic, History etc. suffered greatly as not only was it hard to concentrate with so many girls in the class, the classes were split into about 3 days of art lessons and 2 days of general education. But it was well worth it in many ways as you can imagine. It was the age of Rock 'n Roll, some Skiffle and some traditional jazz was also what we listened to at that time. At age 16, I went on to the higher education department of Ealing Art School and continued my studies until the early 60's. It seemed that again more time was spent having a good time than actually seriously studying. I made so many new friends back then and some of them also came from the Cuckoo Estate or nearby areas. During the evenings I would work at the Crusader Espresso Coffee Bar to earn a few extra bob for beer money and to save up and buy my first banger an Austin 7 Ruby and the wheels fell off it crossing Hammersmith Bridge one day. I brought most of my old bangers from Alan Russell who used to live near the Cuckoo Estate on Greenford Avenue and went to Brentside school as well. The trends in music also changed during this time, as we were exposed to more modern jazz, and Blues etc. Especially later when we started listening to musicians like John Lee Hooker and Bo Diddley. It was around that time that I first heard the Beatles first hit "Love Me Do". Pete Townsend of "The Who" was also at Ealing Art School at that time, and must have experienced the same musical influences but unlike Pete, I can't play a guitar and I didn't become famous or anything. Eventually I had to leave Art School in the early 60's, and get a job, the first real one was with a London Ad Agency, drawing TV storyboards etc. After that a variety of art and various fill in odd jobs, including working for an Airline at Heathrow, driving a truck, being a bricklayers labourer (carrying a hod of muck and bricks up and down ladders all day) which kept me fit, then later as a quick draw artist for an English heraldry company, traveling Britain and working at various Castles and Stately Homes and exhibitions. Until eventually I worked in Fleet St. for the Daily Mirror, Evening News and Daily Mail art departments. Finally I married an American girl and moved to the USA working in and around Chicago to pursue my art and advertising career. It was tough at first, the winter temperatures reach 40 degrees below zero Fahrenheit in Chicago, with wind chill factors well below that. I spent the first winter shoveling my way out to look for work, no kidding the snow was up to my shoulder and the street ploughs were ploughing up abandoned snow buried Cadillacs. The summers are just the opposite with highs reaching a 100 degrees Fahrenheit and with such high humidity levels it's hard to keep your cool.  This has been just a short story of how one person's life turned out after being raised on the Cuckoo Estate and eventually moving… "BEYOND THE BRENT"….I hope it hasn't been too boring for you.  

Tuesday, 5 June 2007

Bob Stevens new to our group

Bob Stevens born 26-10-1938 at 17 Upfield Road Hanwell W7

5th out of 7 children, Hetty 88 in Canada for 65 years, Mick, sadly no longer,

Ethel, sadly no longer, Pete, lives in Notting Hill his birth place, me, living in Sulgrave Oxfordshire, Sally, widowed, living in Banbury and Geoff, sadly no longer.

Started school at the infants in Laurie Road, went to the juniors in Brants walk then onto Cuckoo senior school till 53, left and went to work at F.Hawkins and Co. Greenford branch, Greenford Avenue branch and many more till army call up 57-59.

Married to Joy Carter in 60 Joy lived No. 1 Westcott Crest. Still married and retired. We have 1 daughter, 2 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren.

How thrilled I am to have been invited to look at the Cuckooites web site, name and faces and very happy memories have come flooding back.

I have completed the Trivia from "our time" questionnaire, I wonder how quickly others of our time took to complete, I expect a few guesses are in order as at our age memory is not as good,

Oh, happiness, lovely reminders, does anyone know the name of the donkey man who delivered donkeys about twice a week during our summer holidays, he had about 10 and used us to walk others while he got the money, the man who sold day old chicks for a penny outside the barbers in Borders Road over which Terry Bransfield lived.

Keith Harris lived at the high number end of Westcott has remained a close friend over the years, we both had similar jobs with rival companies, Brian O'Leary I would like to hear from, anyone with information I would like to receive.

This incidentally came after looking at friends reunited and seeing Tommy Higginbottoms name, so who knows someone somewhere may be looking for you, join and let's hear how things have and are going for you and your families.

To finally test memory some of the neighbours remembered in Upfield Road were.

Smiths, Clarks. McDonalds, Butlers, Pearsons, Ferns, Lillians, O'Learys

Conns, Watsons, Holts, Kellys, Neats, Grangers, De'villes, Webbs, to name a few.



Bob Stevens 5th June 2007

Monday, 4 June 2007

Memory's from Sally Ware (Weston)

Sally said...

John Battaglia gave me this site address and I have been reading all the comments. Ah the memories it has bought back. I often tell my grandchildren how simple life was then with no peer presure etc.I am sally Weston nee Ware, and i lived on corner of Couckoo and Laurie.Nearly opposite you. I read your comments on your first kiss and it made me laugh as mine was with Freddy Reese.I had a crush on him right up until i was in my teens. So if you are in contact with him say Hi from me.I used to work in Morpeth's the chemist at weekends and full time for a year or so. I remember the Brent flooding ansd pushing the cars out of the deep water to earn a sixpence.Also retrieving golf balls out of the Brent for the golfers for a penny.Playing in the leaves and collecting conkers for our matches. Do you remember the smelly old wardens brick building under the trees. my mother put the fear of death into us if we went in there.I remember playing in the street, all the ball games and we only had to get out of the way for the odd bike.My sister Angela and I were taken to Lynmouth/Lyton in Devon as evacueese but I can't remember any names that were there with us.Gosh haven't I rambled on sorry.

04 June 2007 13:33

Saturday, 2 June 2007

Florie,3rd left,at Maria Battaglia's wedding Cuckoo ave 1946

My year in England. Ranny Bud Wright

Thanks Tom - you owe me one.
The "thanks" is for asking me to join with this group of, to say the least, interesting folks. This is my first blog. For those of you that don't know, Tom is my uncle. His sister Florrie (Florence) was my mother (tried writing "mum" but have been to Americanized). She married a Yank. I was born in England and we moved to the US in 1946. My parents were killed in a boating accident in 1968. After many years, Tom has convinced me and my wife Judy to join him on one of his trips to England and to contribute a short "bio" for the Cuckoo blog. He has been sending me your stories and I find them interesting and informative. I have already started corresponding with several of my cousins over there, and with their understanding, I submit the following to you too. By the way, I like the crest. For a motto may I suggest, "Beyond the Brent", as most  of you have left the estate and have settled all over the world.
My stay on Cuckoo Avenue was probably the shortest of anyone who will submit a story. My mother, Tom's older sister, was a war bride. Yep, she married a Yank and shortly after I was born we moved to America North Carolina were my dad was from. In 1947 my brother John was born and my dad re-enlisted in the army and was sent to Seattle. In 1948 or '49 he was transferred to Anchorage, Alaska, about as far from civilized London and one could get. I got a kick out of Tom's "bio" when he told about his sisters running up and down the stairs to the loo just to flush the toilet. In Anchorage we had a three-seater outhouse (and in the dead of Winter it was cold - but that's another story you don't want to know about). In 1950, I think, my mom got homesick and took my brother and I back to England for a short visit to 67 Cuckoo Avenue, Hanwell, W7, Sussex, England, UK (the first address I ever learned and remembered). I was only four or five when we went over, and we were only to be there a short time, but my mom was in a Hillman that got creamed by a bus and ended up spending several months in hospital and almost a year in sanatorium recovering. During this time John and I stayed with my grandparents. These are some of my remembrances;
  • Brick; It seem to me that everything was made of brick. Houses, churches, offices, shops, the train stations, even the fences in front of the houses and in the back yards. At the head of the street was this huge bombed out building that I was told was an orphanage that Charlie Chaplin once lived at. (At that time I didn't know who Charlie Chaplin was, but I still told folks that he lived on the same street as I did. I didn't know if that story was true until I saw the Cuckoo Crest with his image on it, so I guess it is.) I remember playing in the rubble of that huge building. Remember, I just came from Alaska were much of downtown Anchorage was still log cabin construction.
  • Trees, particularly the Chestnut trees in the median of Cuckoo Avenue. They were much larger (or I was much smaller) than the photo in the home page. In the fall there were so many leaves. Piles of leaves so thick you could run and jump in headfirst and not hurt yourself. (No Chestnut trees in Alaska) I also remember my grandfather's garden and the fact that he planted a tree for each of his grandchildren. In 1950 there must have been five or six trees and mine was an apple tree! The Wallace and Grommet movie, "Curse of the Were Rabbit" had gardens like my granddad's, only his was bigger.
  • School; What a disaster that was. It was just across the street and around the corner, but as far as I was concerned it was a whole world away. I was always in trouble, dressed funny, couldn't speak the language, didn't do my studies on time, didn't (or couldn't) play football or cricket with any skill, and I couldn't even march like an Englishman! I remember one incident during recess or something, in which we had to march around the courtyard. All the boy's (can't remember if the girls marched too) marched in their best Grenadier Guard fashion. I on the other hand marched with an infantryman's gait. I was called out and told I was doing it wrong. Wrong! How dare they tell me I was marching wrong. Didn't they know my dad was in the American Army and that was how they marched! Oops, another visit with the headmistress. Not my first and not my last. I also remember the school uniforms. Since you all wore them all the time I doubt if they made an impression, but to a six-year old Alaskan - wow! I had gray wool shorts, a white shirt with a black and red striped tie, a black wool blazer with a crest or monogram on the breast pocket, and a black and red bennie cap. All that and I was only in the first grade. Absolutely nothing like that in Alaska. My dad's army uniform didn't even look that good. My mother thought I hated the uniform. Wrong, I loved it, particularly after we got to Seattle (my dad had been transferred there while we were gone). I kept that uniform for years, but finally it went missing after one of our frequent moves. Could be why I have a kilt, wh ich my wife won't let me wear in public.
  • People; I remember (you must keep in mind that I have not thought about this aspect of my life in decades and the thoughts are just gushing from the recesses of my memory as fast as I can write. This is also for my daughters who have not clue to this part of my life). My grandparents seemed old, although at this time they were in their late 50s or early 60s. As I look back now I realized that they had lived through the depression, the war, and had raised 71/2 children (Tom was still living at home). I remember nanny being dressed in cotton frocks and mostly wearing an apron and granddad having on a waistcoat. I remember my uncle Tom (whom I perceive to be the instigator  and common element of this little group and that you all know Tom either from experience or by reputation) who is seven year my senior and was my guide for much of my ventures, kinda like having your kid brother follow you around. I remember Penny, she lived across the street and we played together a lot. There were the street vendors, who were the most interesting of all. There were two that I remember the most, the rag man and the knife sharpener (he may also have sold pots and pans). This is another of those things which, if you grew up with these associations they weren't unique, but I can assure you there were no horse drawn carts on the streets of Anchorage, or Seattle for that matter. The rag man was my brother's favorite. Give him some old rags and he gave you some goldfish - such a deal! I liked the knife sharpener. When he came I would follow him all the way down to the bottom of the hill, just to watch him work. I remember my cousin Mike, who was three years older than me. (He too, along with uncle Tom, lives here in  Washington state). I remember my cousin Ray, who I think is about a year younger than me and a baby cousin - don't know who. As for my aunts and uncles, I remember them best from their trips to Seattle.
Lastly, some remembrances of England not from Cuckoo Avenue (first, I had no idea how large the estate was until I viewed it on Goggle Earth). I remember riding my grandfather's train, the Great Western Railroad, which I actually thought he ran - remember the waistcoat. I remember going to the beach, either Ramsgate or Margate (maybe both) and the seawall and sandy beach. I remember several trips into the English countryside to visit my mother who was recovering from her auto accident. These seemed to be on mostly rainy days. I remember going into London with either my uncle Wally or uncle John and riding in his delivery truck. Finally there is the voyage back to America on the RMS Gorgic. It was a stormy crossing, but I made it in grand style - never getting seasick once, and a little of the train trip back to Seattle.
These are my memories of Cuckoo Avenue. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed remembering them, and as much as I enjoy reading your tales.
R.W. "Budd" Wright
Seattle, Washington