RICHARD ALLEN SCOTT - Through the Years
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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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