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                Memories 
                  of Eglinton Road School 1943-1949
                and the 
                  area and life in that era.
                by Roy 
                  Earnshaw 
                  
                  
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                  Day Celebration, Donaldson Road, Shooters Hill, Woolwich. 
                  I am on the first bench from the left fourth from the front, 
                  that is the left hand side of the bench nearest the edge of 
                  the photo. My brother Eric is on my right hand side and next 
                  to him Peter Gale and his brother Derek. Opposite Derek on the 
                  same bench is Keven Walker and 3 along from his right is Howard 
                  James. My parents are amongst the adults and this photo is i 
                  think typical of street photos depicting a war weary nation 
                  especially the adults.  
                  I 
                  was born in a nursing home at Blackheath and lived in Donaldson 
                  Road, Shooters Hill. Incidentally I was only recently informed 
                  that Shooters Hill was so named because Archers trained there 
                  in days of yore. My first day at school I particularly remember 
                  because I was feeling very insecure and during a break my elder 
                  brother Eric, who was in his last year at the school, sought 
                  me out to check that I was alright and cheer me up a bit. 
                The 
                  strongest recollections I have though were the time spent in 
                  Miss Fisher's class. She was a very strict no nonsense lady 
                  and I don't ever remember anyone stepping out of line. There 
                  were about 34 in the class and I believe something like 30 of 
                  us passed the 11 plus exam which is some testament to her teaching 
                  ability. Miss Richards was the headmistress during my time . 
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                  Eglinton 
                  Road School - Nativity play 1948 Photo: Roy Earnshaw 
                  (Click on photo for a larger view) 
                  L to R:Alan B?, John Tunstall, Roy Earnshaw, 
                  Pat Dillon 
                  Note: I did not perform in the play but stood in for the "real" 
                  King for the photograph as he was absent, sick. 
                Playtime 
                  of course was spent playing football and cricket in the playground 
                  and I particularly remember one lad bringing three stumps in 
                  a wooden block as a wicket which was some advance on the usual 
                  wicket using chalk on a brick wall. We also had very occasional 
                  school trips after the war and I remember a day out to London 
                  and also a local visit to Eltham to a horticultural centre . 
                  In my later stages at the School in about 1949 I ran in the 
                  Woolwich Schools District sports held at the Royal Academy Ground 
                  and finished second in the 10-11 age group in the 100 yards 
                We 
                  children were all from working class families and initially 
                  the war was still on and the early years after the war were 
                  still very lean times. Ration 
                  books still dominated shopping and my parents kept chickens 
                  and rabbits to supplement our food supply. We also benefited 
                  from the occasional food parcel from an aunt living in Canada 
                  and as children we were told about exotic fruit such as bananas 
                  and could only wonder what the taste would be like. 
                We 
                  also had an air raid shelter in the back garden known as a Morrison 
                  shelter I think but many of these became water logged and 
                  I remember in the middle of the night going to the dry shelter 
                  of a neighbour. Later in the war we were supplied with an indoor 
                  one called I believe an Anderson 
                  shelter which we had installed in the living room. We were 
                  very lucky that we were never bombed out of our house but Doodle 
                  Bugs came very close and I also remember a Barrage Balloon called 
                  Maggie getting loose from her moorings. 
                I 
                  saw my first professional football match during the war, aged 
                  about aged five I was taken to the Valley by my father and brother 
                  to see Charlton Athletic. For me it was the beginning of a love 
                  affair with the "Addicks" which lasts to this day 
                  and although I have long since left Shooters Hill, since retirement 
                  I am now able to attend home games on a regular basis. Crowds 
                  were vast all over the land in those days as very little other 
                  entertainment existed. We always walked over Woolwich Common 
                  to the Ground although sometimes Dad's shoulders carried me 
                  along. 
                 Sport 
                  dominated many lives and we were fortunate to have Shrewsbury 
                  Park not that far away and played there for hours and hours. 
                  The Shrewsbury Park area was also memorable to me for another 
                  reason. The first bike I ever had was a very old secondhand 
                  bone shaker which my Dad renovated for me, but I was forbidden 
                  to ride it until the brakes were fixed. However when my dad 
                  was at work I could wait no longer to use it and went up to 
                  the Shrewsbury Park flat area with a friend to try it out with 
                  the intention of getting off and walking down the very hilly 
                  part back home. However my judgement was faulty and I before 
                  I could dismount I had gathered too much pace and was soon speeding 
                  down Eglinton Hill. I knew at the bottom it was crossed by Herbert 
                  Road and its traffic. On the way down a lady stepped off the 
                  kerb to cross the road and I managed to swerve a bit and avoid 
                  her calling out an apology as I sped by. Fortunately the traffic 
                  along Herbert Road in those days was very much quieter than 
                  by modern day standards and I shot across unscathed gradually 
                  slowing down near a Convent school I think. I did not remain 
                  unscathed when my Dad found out though. 
                 Our 
                  house also backed onto Shooters Hill Grammar School and playing 
                  fields which was a regular illegal playground for nearby children. 
                  We were often chased off by the school keeper and his Alsatian 
                  dog but always lived to tell the tale. Saturday morning pictures 
                  was hugely popular and I used to go to the Granada Woolwich 
                  which would be packed out with children watching Cowboys and 
                  Indians with much cheering and booing. Powis Street, Woolwich 
                  was the main shopping area plus Beresford St market. But daily 
                  shopping, no refrigerators or freezers in those days, was carried 
                  out in Herbert Road. 
                Another 
                  source of entertainment, although very modest by today's standards, 
                  was a trip on the Woolwich 
                  Free Ferry and to marvel at the workings of the big engines. 
                  It was all pretty simple stuff but we were also fortunate to 
                  have several other parks and woods as nearby playgrounds. 
                 Many 
                  things of course about those days are long forgotten but very 
                  few of us, if any would ever have imagined what our lives would 
                  be like in the 21 first century. Thank you for reading my recollections 
                  and I very much look forward to reading those of others to rekindle 
                  the past. 
                  
                  
                Nov 
                  2006 
                 
                 
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