Saturday, 21 June 2008
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My memories of the Cuckoo Estate from 1937 to 1948. I was born and named Margaret Kathleen Sibley on the 21/09/1930 but was known as "Peggy".
I was 9 when the war started. I lived with Mum and Dad and brother George, who was 3½ years older. We lived at
Many things I remember which have already been covered in "
George & I used to ride round looking for shrapnel. My friends and I also used to go in the dungeons under the Cuckoo Schools. Once we thought there was a German spy there because he stopped us and kept asking questions about the area. We were a bit frightened and ran home.
Dad was in the Army and one night during the air raid that killed some people in
Life was good, neighbours the best, we shared rations and many cups of tea together. We had a Morrison shelter in the front room and an
I used to have a "Help the Brave Russians" tap dancing session in the house (no carpets, only lino) and charged ½d to come in. I managed to collect the grand total of 7/6d and sent it to Mrs Churchill. I still have the letter of thanks from
Dad came out of the Army and so my sister Patricia was born in 1946.
We had very little money but a lot of love. My darling Dad was one of the people who used to take all the children in to the
Talking of oranges I used to queue up for hours with Mum for anything going at the market in Greenford.
Mum, I and the twins were evacuated twice, 6 months in
I went to
Incidentally does anyone remember the sweet machines on the waste ground on the corner of
One thing I have just thought of, does anyone remember how we had "mini fairs" on the green at the top of Greatdown. Throwing balls into a bucket, throwing pennies on to playing cards, skittles and many more. All the prizes were given in "fag cards". Everybody collected fag cards.
Hi Terry Moore, I bet you don't remember that I used to sit with you when your mum went to work. Also your mum liked her packet of Tenners.
Where are you now:
Teddy Faulkener lived up the hill opposite Douglas Newagents.
Derek Coombes lived next to the junior school entrance,
Also does anyone remember the lady who used to ride round the estate on an old fashioned bike with a big hat on. I had the same bike and hated it.
I left home to get married in 1948. Mum died in 1962 and Dad moved in to the flats in
Peggy Sibley now Mrs M K Clark
Monday, 9 June 2008
Thursday, 5 June 2008
Monday, 2 June 2008
Hi Tom and all you other Cuckooites.
I had a wonderful time at the reunion back in April. It is a brilliant idea, I did miss Effie though. I moved to 95,
In the evenings the Lewingtons used to come home from the pub singing on their way home. So we knew the pub had turned out and my dad would not be long home. One night he was very late and just after 12 we heard lots of shouting and it was my dad being chased by Mr. Ditch. My dad was drunk and had missed our house, he ended up in bed with Mr and Mrs. Ditch. Our key fitted their lock, but he had to prove it to my mum who went mad. Mr. Hammond often chased Alf and Harry Hammond up the street. They were always fighting but Mr. Hammond had a wooden leg, so it looked very funny.
We went hop picking every year. We took Pat with us one time. We had a great time. Mrs. Higginbottom and Flo Finucane were sisters but so different. Tommy, your mum was quiet and Flo was the opposite, but if you were fed up and bumped into Flo, you laughed all day long, she was so funny. I missed her and Mrs. Dyer who was a lovely woman.
There was always such a lot going on. It would take a very long time to write all of my memories down. But what a lovely place to live. Everybody looked out for each other when we were young. You didn't hear of all the awful things happening that happen today. Thanks god for the old days when you could walk the streets and be happy. I'm glad I was born when I was. Life was so much easier then. We had fun, but we did not hurt anyone. Oh for those days again and the Cuckoo estate we knew and loved.
Thanks for listening to my memories, many more stored away, but too many to put on paper. Wait till the next reunion and I will keep all those sharing the same hotel as me awake till early hours of the morning with my tales of the estate. Flo Boyce (nee Shelvey).
I am Hazel Sibley and I married George Sibley of
My mother-in-law Mrs Florence (Flo) Sibley and I used to wait on the tables at the Cuckoo Schools whenever the Labour Party did the childrens' parties.
On some occasions we would go with our children on day trips to places like Marlow on the River Thames or sometimes to the coast, usually Southend.
I would like to put it on record for anyone interested that there is a club that takes place on Tuesday mornings at St Christophers Church.
Best wishes to all those who contributed to those "Happy Days".
Hazel Sibley 21 May 2008
I was born in
My Mum had the pick of any house on the estate and she chose
I remember playing over the dungeons at the Cuckoo Schools and also over Castle Bar where there were fields to play in with horses roaming about. When the milkman and baker started coming round they were vying for business and they used to give you free samples to get your custom.
At the top of Westcott Crescent there were lots of apple trees and I remember my Dad and I went up there one day and he dug one up to bring home for the garden. On the way home he was stopped by a copper and got told off.
I went to
My best mate at the time was Peter Reardon (not sure of the spelling), he lived in
When I finished school, I worked in Chain Garage in
I think the customers in Greenford were the tightest bunch of people I knew at that time as at Christmas they hardly gave a tip and if I got a farthing I would give it back. After this I was directed into the factories by the Government on aircraft parts because I was unfit to go in the army.
I remember having to look for my sister Peggy when the first air raid siren went off she had taken my twin brothers (Peter & David) out for a walk. Luckily it was only a practice one.
I was in
Once I was walking up
Everywhere had railings round the greens but they were all taken to make arms for the war and were never replaced afterwards.
After the war we had street parties.
Too many memories to write them all down but the Cuckoo Estate was a credit to everyone who lived there. We were all in the same boat, no-one had anything. We all helped each other and we were happy. It was clean and tidy, everyone cleaned their steps and swept their paths and prizes were given for the best garden, therefore every garden looked nice.
George Sibley 15 May 2008
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have
always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair
over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.
And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror
who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving
family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've
become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or
for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I
didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio; I am entitled
to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too
soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer
until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the
50 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love
.. I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a
bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to,
despite the pitying glances from the jet set .
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful; But there again, some of life
is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember
the important things
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your
heart not break when you lose a loved; one, or when a child
suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car?
compassion; A heart never broken is pristine and
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning
gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep
grooves on my face; So many have never laughed, and so many have
died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less
about what other people think I don't question
myself anymore I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me
free I like the person I have become I am not
going to live forever,but while I am still here, I will
not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what
will be And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT
FROM THE HEART!
MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN
YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!