I REMEMBER the Spon Lane area in the 1950's as featured in The Bugle (August 7 edition).
We moved there in 1956. My parents, for reasons unknown, exchanged from a modern maisonette in Yew Tree estate to a rather run down terrace house in Neale Street, next door to Spon Lane school.
There were my parents, myself, one brother and two sisters. I went to Spon Lane infants, then on to Lyng school.
Our back wall joined on to the school playground. I was never short of balls that came over and they never used to ask for them back. I'd play for hours bouncing a ball off the wall in the entry.
Opposite us was Geddes wood yard, and down the road a woman used to make toffee apples. When mum got spare pennies she would treat us to one.
Neale Street was between Trinity Way and Spon Lane, sadly no longer there, although a block of flats are named after it.
On the corner was a butcher's with an abattoir at the back and many a time livestock have tried to escape by running along Neale Street with men chasing after them. Further down the street, Trinity Way End, were piles of rubble which must have once been houses.
We often played on there, using the bricks to build with. We'd make our own walls and one day we found a rather flat tabby cat, as stiff as cardboard with two holes where the eyes used to be. We thought it was great and put it on a wall as our mascot.
On Spon Lane I can remember a grocer's and greengrocer's. Opposite them was a sweet shop run by two ladies and I ran errands for them. They gave me 3 pence, which I spent on sweets.
I cannot remember the public houses as a child, but there was one on the corner of Spon Lane, opposite the school.
I used to walk up Spon Lane to the Imperial Cinema when I was about 8 or 9 years old to watch Lady and the Tramp.
I'd stand on the bridge and wait for the train to come and get covered in smoke, which again I thought was great!
Of course we had the Kenrick Park to play in and I'd spend many hours there.
I can remember the first shop that opened and was run by an Indian family.
I had a relative that ran a small grocery shop in Spon Lane in the 1930's, he ran it from his front room and they lived in the back. His name was George White.
Sadly the house was condemned in 1960, and my mother was pregnant so we had to move, which we did to Charlemont into a council house. It was the beginning of a new adventure.
Mrs Gillian Scott,
38 Greenford House,