| Topic: | Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:why do so few people want to receive this newsletter ? | |
| Posted by: | Stephen Hill | |
| Date/Time: | 12/01/08 15:43:00 |
| Hi Bruce Sorry I can’t recall the name of the pub. What I do remember is that my first job on coming home to Hammersmith in ‘48 was obtained from the Labour Exchange which was either next door to the pub or was in the next block - St Paul's end - - Pub block - gap - Labour Exchange block - Fulham palace Road end. In those days it was customary for mum to go with you to the Exchange and talk over the job options!!!. I was lucky and got an interview at Chambons up the Kings Road. The interesting thing about that was the ‘dove’ tailing symmetry of a number of unrelated things. We lived in the Mall and just around the corner was the site of the Doves press - famous in the 1920 as printers of beautifully designed and printed ephemera. - Hence the Doves Pub, the sign board of which was repainted by Tony Messenger c1956 Chambons is/was a Letterpress and Rotary Printing and Photogravure press engineers and where I was employed as an electricians mate - Pakcels being one of Chambons offshoots where actual printing was carried out. I trained as a Graphic Designer at the London School of printing and Graphic Arts. Print and printing seemed to touch my every turn During the war two of my aunts lived at 44 Aspenlea Road, where my Mum also stayed, whilst I lived at my grandads in Wilsons road. After school, at Brooke Green Catholic boys school I stayed for tea and often supper at 44. However it was decided, we sometimes caught the underground from Hammersmith to Gloucester Road tube where we, with many others, laid our weary heads down for a fetid nights sleep. Other times we stayed at 44 with aunt Molly, who’s husband was bedridden with advanced TB, and sat out the air-raids with all the family -three sisters, one husband and six children listening to what often sounded like the house next door had ‘caught it’. But it hadn’t, the damage always seemed to be over the other side of Lurgan Road in the big houses their. Some 3 or 4 years after the war their was some occasion for a plumber/electrician to go up into the loft where he found an unexploded incendiary bomb. At some point it was very lucky that I stayed overnight at 44 for going back to my bed at 14 Wilsons Road my aunt Lila took me up to my bedroom to show my a 2 foot long length of coping stone on my pillow - they made strong beds with strong springs in those days. The lad just a few doors down from 44 was not so lucky his mother put a shilling in the gas and forgot that she hadn’t turned off his night light. Steve |