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<strong>RICHARD</strong> <strong>ALLEN</strong> <strong>SCOTT</strong><br />

THROUGH THE YEARS<br />

35 Lavender Gardens<br />

1999<br />

I have no idea when it happened, but I must<br />

have been young when we moved into 35<br />

Lavender Gardens where we lived until<br />

November 1957. This 3-bedroom row-house<br />

was a ‘council house’ or what would now be<br />

known as ‘city housing’. Mum didn’t work, as<br />

Mums didn’t in those days, and Dad’s income<br />

level precluded a house purchase. We didn’t<br />

own a car or a TV.<br />

The breezeway shown in <strong>the</strong> photo led to our<br />

back garden and to <strong>the</strong> coal bin…where<br />

sacks of coal were delivered and which we<br />

used in <strong>the</strong> fireplace for home heating. We didn’t own a fridge but had a ‘larder’ in <strong>the</strong> kitchen<br />

under <strong>the</strong> stairs. Our jars of milk we stored in buckets of cold water.<br />

I remember roller-skating in <strong>the</strong> kitchen with Christine…floors were linoleum over cement, and<br />

<strong>the</strong> skate wheels were rubber. Skates simply attached to your shoes. I was all over <strong>the</strong><br />

neighbourhood with those. O<strong>the</strong>r entertainment was sitting around <strong>the</strong> radio in <strong>the</strong> living room<br />

listening to kids’ programs.<br />

Our Christmas trees were decorated with paper ring garlands, tinsel, and REAL candles clipped<br />

to <strong>the</strong> ends of <strong>the</strong> branches….no fire hazard <strong>the</strong>re, no sir! On Christmas morning, we found on<br />

<strong>the</strong> foot of our beds, a stocking full of toys which we could open and play with. Couldn’t get up<br />

before Mum and Dad, and definitely could not go into <strong>the</strong> living room with <strong>the</strong> tree and gifts, until<br />

breakfast and dishes were finished.<br />

We were about 3 miles from <strong>the</strong> grandparents in Grange Park and always took <strong>the</strong> train <strong>the</strong>re<br />

(see map on page 24).<br />

Shopping in Enfield was about a 1 mile walk, or <strong>the</strong> train from Gordon Hill station to Enfield<br />

Chase. I became lost one day (don’t remember my age), and was returned home in a police<br />

car...don’t remember where <strong>the</strong>y found me or Mum’s panic level! Perhaps that was <strong>the</strong> signal<br />

for my career choice.<br />

I remember that regularly along Lavender Gardens came a man<br />

riding a horse-drawn cart calling out “Any old rags and bones?”.<br />

A rag-and-bone man (or totter) collects unwanted household<br />

items (which included rags, bones and various metals) and sells<br />

<strong>the</strong>m to merchants. White rag could fetch 2–3 pence per pound,<br />

depending on condition (all rag had to be dry before it could be<br />

sold). Coloured rag was worth about two pence per pound.<br />

Bones, worth about <strong>the</strong> same, could be used as knife handles,<br />

toys and ornaments, and when treated, for chemistry. The<br />

grease extracted from <strong>the</strong>m was also useful for soap-making.<br />

Metal was more valuable<br />

June 2017<br />

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