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ljschneider ~ See contributions by ljschneider

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caucasianFemale10Columbus NEselect year

lstelmah ~ See contributions by lstelmah
I was going to school at London University on a semester abroad program. I lived in a flat with three other women in South Kensington.

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CaucasianFemale8USA1969Kensington/Chelsea

Lu Mullin ~ See contributions by Lu Mullin

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Mrs Tiggy Winkle ~ See contributions by Mrs Tiggy Winkle
My mother was a British war bride, and married my American father in 1945. They eventually moved to California, where my Dad got his PhD at UC Berkeley. My Dad became a professor of marine biology, and he frequently got summers off, and he also had some yearlong sabbaticals, which we spent at British and European universities and marine stations. As I child, I went to England several times to see my British grandparents and other friends and relatives. I was born in 1950, and my first visit to meet my grandparents was in 1952, then again in 1957-1958, and in 1962-1963, just before Mod London took the city by storm! I didn’t hear about Carnaby Street, Twiggy, or even the Beatles until I was back in California and starting high school. I returned to London in the early 70’s, but by then Swinging London was pretty much over. My grandparents lived in Pinner (a suburb of NW London), and although I don’t remember anything about the 1952 visit, I do remember bits of 1957 and especially 1962. In 1957 we were in Bristol while my father taught at Bristol University, but in 1962 he worked for the Office of Naval Research in London, and we lived for a year in Hampstead Garden Suburb. I attended Henrietta Barnett Junior School for Girls, which was only a few blocks away from our rented house on Hampstead Way. I was a very shy, bookish, plump American kid who sketched animals and was bad at sports, and attending a posh English girl’s school, where such things were happily tolerated, was a delightful revelation to me. (I went to Sneed primary school in Bristol in 1958, too, but I was too young to remember much about it except my school uniform and learning the times tables.) But I remember a lot about living in London in 1962, when I was 12. The first thing you need to know about London in the 50’s and early 60’s is that it still had not recovered from the war. Food was often poorly prepared and limited in scope (qualities that were accepted by the English without complaint, but ridiculed by the rest of the world), the houses were cold and often the “hot” water was too, and there were still large areas of London that had not been rebuilt since the war. I especially remember bombed-out churches with rubble still strewn all over weed-covered lots. Some things were right out of the 19th century, too – the “rag and bone” man drove his horse-drawn cart up our street regularly, to pick up discarded clothing, car parts, and miscellaneous junk for resale. The nearby high street in Temple Fortune, where my mother shopped, had a green grocer, a butcher, a fishmonger, a baker, and a school uniform shop (Pullens!), but no supermarket. The most vivid memory I have about 1962-63, though, was the infamous winter, also known as “The Big Freeze of 1963”. It was the coldest winter in over 200 years in England, and it was also before clean air acts reduced the use of coal fires in London, resulting in many weeks of frigid smog. It was so cold that the sea froze a mile out from Kent, in southern England. London was cloaked in icy yellow “Pea Souper” fogs that burned your throat and made even walking to school hazardous. I remember getting up in the freezing dark in our upstairs bedroom with the tiny fireplace, pulling on my uniform (thank goodness, a wool pinafore over a wool pullover, and thick tights with sturdy shoes -but still, the transition from bed to dressed was a challenge every morning) having a quick breakfast my mother made in our tiny kitchen, then walking to school in polluted fog so thick some mornings it was impossible to see your hand even a couple of feet in front of your face. The short footpath my sister and I took between Hampstead Way and Willified Way was particularly spooky – dark dripping trees and narrow, icy flagstone steps, then up past St. Jude’s on the Hill and the playing fields to the school on Central Square. My family went to the continent over the Christmas Holidays in 1962, and when we returned to London we discovered that our kitchen sink faucet had a slow drip that had filled the sink with water, and then frozen solid. My father chipped the huge block of ice out of the sink and tossed it into the back garden. It didn’t totally melt until May! I had two hedgehogs as pets, and they had escaped their outdoor pen before we left in December, much to my dismay. But being native to England, they knew exactly what to do: a month or so later my Dad discovered one of them curled up and hibernating in the leaves next to our garage… We had sailed to England from America on the huge liner SS United States in the late summer of 1962 (the crossing took a week) passing distant icebergs in the North Atlantic, and having tea in the palm court onboard, complete with a string trio playing “tea for two”. A year later we boarded a PanAm clipper at Heathrow – our first transatlantic flight – and landed in New York in just a few hours. That alone tells you how things were changing in the world.

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caucasianFemale10Monterey, California19621963Hampstead Garden Suburb, London, NW11

Pete Grant ~ See contributions by Pete Grant
I spent my childhood years in London, living in council housing. My Dad was a PHG, a postman higher grade. We were not well off by any means but I mostly loved my childhood. My Father and Mother took me all around London, the West End, museums, the Zoo, etc. I loved Finchley, but at a fairly young age I did become aware of social stratification. My Dad did a gardening job in the afternoons after he got home from the Post Office. I went with him one day. It was at a large house in the posh part of Finchley. The woman my Dad worked for referred to him as my "little" man. I didn't consider him little and it was much later that I realised that "little" pertained to her perc ieved view of his station in life. This wasn't confined to London of course, but the class system at the time was a factor in daily life for those of us near the bottom ofit. Positive memories include bus rides, parks, and the feeling that London belonged to me.

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EnglishMale3Whetstone, London, N.20select yearWhetstone, N.20 1957 - 1962, Finchley, N.12 1962 - 64, Finchley N.3 1964 -Whetstone, N.20 Birth till 5, North Finchley N12 5 - 6, Finchley Central, N.3. 6 - 13

SteveM ~ See contributions by SteveM
American Army brat living in Germany traveled to London in he summer of 1968 to visit my sister.

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IrishMale8Virginia USA19681968vacation - hotel in Paddington

SteveM2 ~ See contributions by SteveM2

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whiteMale8Virginia19681968visit

whknbrit ~ See contributions by whknbrit

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Japanese AmericanFemale8Berkeley, CAselect year