My Canvey memories 1948 to 1970

In response to:Introduction

Sat, 31 Jan 2009 01:59:12 +0100

Thanks Barbara,

Finally got an email from Pat - so we are now back in touch. Things have been extremely hectic here this last week and so I haven't had a chance to respond to her yet, but am just about to as I have a couple of hours up my sleeve today.

Thanks very much for passing the message on to Pat.

Peanuts - G'donya mate for allowing my post on your blog and bringing two old friends together again.

In response to:Introduction

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 09:48:20 +0100

Dear Pat

I have seen your p;ost on this site and have passesd it onto Pat. She apparently has tried to get in contact with you but seems to be unable to post e-mail. Hopefully this will be resolved and will see 2009 with two old friends being reunited. Good luck and Happy 2009.

Barbara

In response to:Part 18

Wed, 14 Jan 2009 13:50:15 +0100

Thanks Eddie

My mum and dad moved from Forest Gate to Canvey just two weeks before the start of WWII and, like you, some of the best memories are of growing up on the 'Wonderful Island'. I was three years old at the start of the war and left in 1958, when I was twenty-two, to get married. Mum and dad lived there for another thirty plus years.

Your 'Life on Canvey from 1948 to 1970' has allowed me to relive so many happy happy times.

Thanks again and best wishes.

Peter Etherington

In response to:Introduction

Sat, 11 Oct 2008 06:11:14 +0200

Peanuts,

Thanks for putting your blog site on the Canvey Island Org. site... finally I can read all your memories at the one time. Whilst browsing it - the name Barbara Roycroft nee Bones jumped out at me - Her older sister Pat and I were very good pals and I have been trying through various sites, to get in touch with her without any luck. Hopefully if you allow this little message below to be pasted on your site also, I might get lucky this time. Alternative if you could email Barbara and pass my email address on to her? Keeping fingers crossed

TriviaNut

Barbara,

I don't know if you remember me - I was Pat Newman - I have been trying for some years to get in touch with your sister Pat for years - I lived along the road from you - St. Bernards, the first house facing into Springfield Road and Pat and I were good mates at school. I have lived in Australia since 1981 but have been back to Canvey a couple of times since then - most recently July and August this year - and both times tried to find where Pat was. If you can get a message to her so that we can get in touch I would be very grateful.

In response to:Introduction

Fri, 03 Oct 2008 10:22:31 +0200

I have just come across your blog and found it fascinating. I have lived on Canvey all my life some 50 odd years. My Granddad was Ted Bones who lived in Rimmington, Lionel Road. We livced at Glenroy Northfalls Road. Reading your blog has brought back so many memories. My sister Past and myself are traving our family history, in doing so have looked far afield at different locations and names. All of a sudden we realised that the main poeple we should be looking at are our parents who have both sadly died. So the next best thing is to look again at Canvey and all the old haunts of our childhood and in finding your blog it has started us off on the right track, thank you. By the way dad was Sidney Bones a local gas fitter with North Thames Gas Board. Keep up the good work and best wishes from good old Canvey.

In response to:a Part 4 First job

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 19:05:32 +0200

Great memories!
Re The Wireworks factory in Yamburg Road. I have recently been told this used to be a Fire Station before the war?

In response to:A Part 1

Thu, 21 Jun 2007 12:40:51 +0200

Great reading, Eddie. I went to Canvey Island for my first family holiday in about 1947. We stayed in a kind of pre-fab 2-room shack all on its own in the middle of a hay field. The plot was marked by a rough wooden fence about 18 inches high which also enclosed what we called the "Pantechnicon", an old horse-drawn covered cart which contained two double beds. I was 9 and my brother was 5 and we slept in there with my aunt and uncle while Mum and Dad slept in the shack with the three year old twins. We had a great time as memories of the war faded, roaming the muddy creeks which were all around us, looking for crabs etc., and diving all over the piles of hay which the farmer had collected.