An old lady was in a shop in the east end the other day and asked for a couple of pounds of Apples Ohhhhh the shop keeper said we only deal with kilo's these days. That's fine she said I'll have a couple of pounds of kilo's in that case. God bless her I love the old East End
I was born in 55 remember lunchtime as well great pictures going down the lane with dad on a Sunday, Saturday morning pictures followed by pie and mash and a game of knock down Ginger,
Yes our lovely east end has long gone , I was born in tramway Avenue Stratford Hospital , and lived all over the east end , and always supported the mighty O’s
@@tommylucy4738 lived in Mile End from birth until I was 14. , then moved to custom house , then Leytonstone ( which was the place I liked best ) the Walthamstow , just a bit more Then North Chingford , My dad used to takes us down the lane 👍 on sundays early 60s after we waited outside the pub while he had a couple of beers , then on the way home cockles and shrimps for Sunday tea , he used to like the Bancroft Arms , but we liked the Old Globe , because we could sit in the back yard there !
There was terrible poverty in the East End, but there was also a strong community spirit. This video was a fascinating view of a vanished culture - great pity.
Im a Yank but lived in England for seven years, lifelong Anglophile. But none of that matters in that I think this is a brilliant piece of Film Making. I hope you haven't given up, the quality is enormous. Cheers, I hope to see more from you!
I grew up on the island in the 60s, we didn't have much of enything really, but it was great, blue bridge one way and a wait, iron bridge the other way round and down poplar high St, I lived in stebandale St
Nice to hear. Where I grew up in Wandsworth was v.ordinary (not poor exactly). Some poeple kept their house key on a string inside the letter box, for security ! People in an established community watch out for all. The slums needed clearing, but loss of community was part of the price.
Brilliant nostalgia,having first hand knowledge for 50 years, never far from your mind ,you will always be a Londoner however posh you may get,it is in your blood.,many thanks for memories.
My grandparents went to war twice and now we have lost our culture . England has been handed over to islam.so it's only memories and old photos of a London now dead that we cherish.
So well done, thank you. My family come from Leyton, all the way back to my great grandparents, probably further. My parents moved from there when I was 3 years old to Essex. Still connected to my East end roots although I no longer live there,my home has been in the Borough of Camden, which I love, for the last 30 years.
3rd pic in What memories thanks to Mick Coplen - My mum & dad Elsie & Tom Follon ran this pub the 'Prince Albert' nicknamed 'Boustards' from mid 1950's up until closure 1968/9 due to redevelopment going on at that time.Unlike the 'jazz houses' I.E. The Beggars + Ship + Kate Hodders + Punchbowl, our pub was a 'family house' catering for the older generation who had gone thru the war, and my oh my didnt they let their hair down - not only weekends when we had a resident pianist & singer but every other day of the week when my dad took over on old Joanna - the whole place reverberated with singing & dancing - God Bless them All x John Follon
love this...i was born in a house in appian rd bow, just off one end of the roman rd ( roman market ) I remember playing in empty condemned houses..and on debris ..that shop blackmans was in the brick lane area and all the young guys would go there to get cut priced doctor marten boots..i worked in petticoat lane sunday market as a kid... for a jewish seller of cloth ...mr Sidney Echardt and his brother Nathan ( Nat ) their wives were Rose and Minnie ..I earned £2 for 6 hours work.. and we ate tons of pie and mash. ..thanks for posting... made me very nostalgic. : )
Lived here all my life, seen a lot of changes some good some bad, it’s not like it use to be, a lot of corruption in the councils, try to get a council home is nonexistent
I worked for Tower Hamlets Council from 1987 to 2007 in Housing and then made the huge mistake of transferring over to Poplar Harca in Chrisp Street, thank goodness I was only there for 7 years. 7 years too bloody long.
The poem is based on Phil Coulter's song "The town I loved so well". It is my own vision of how the East End has changed and is not intended to cause offence to any groups. The photos I nicked from East End Facebook sites and were contributed in the main by John Wood, Les Tyzack, Larry Leonard Proctor and Mick Lemmerman. Please excuse the poor audio but I had to use a cheap microphone.
Absolutely right! I couldn't understand when a few years ago shops everywhere started selling " bagels"..... and then I twigged; " bigel" was just the way it was pronounced with a Yiddish accent. Bigels was what my dad bought on his way home from work. Didn't like 'em myself.
As a £10 pom who came to Australia I miss my home in the east end with all the cockney accents. But it's not the same anymore with all the pakys and arabs. Still love me pie n mash
Bluetoothmod so very wrong to send working class Londoners to live in other cities as London councils don't have affordable homes for them. Sent away from the city that is their home and the infrastructure of their families. Shameful
This is absolutely brilliant! The Town I Loved So Well is one of my favourite songs and I know all the words and its my "party piece" and has been since the early 70s. I'm from Stoke Newington which is now part of Hackney, considered the East End. To find this today has been truly amazing! I cried and laughed all the way through it. Cried for the loss of the old days and ways and laughed at the clever way you changed the words, which fitted in so well, especially the reference to "Pie and Mash". lol lol Going to share this on my FB group. Thank you for writing it!
What a great slideshow, so well put together and narrated. I lived in Leytonstone in the early 70's worked for Freightliners at Stratford after a spell in the Merchant Navy, I came to America in 1974 and have lived here since. Love watching the old videos and film clips, thank you.
Paul Hayward DEFINITELY not worse, in fact, nowhere near. Back in those days, if you didn’t or couldn’t work, you had to rely on family, friends or charities such as the Salvation Army to survive. Even those not considered poor would live on food such as bread and dripping and cuts of meat most unemployed people wouldn’t touch nowadays. Rationing didn’t end until 1954. Slum housing was common. People in general were poor but proud. When I see lazy, obese people moaning about how hard they’ve got it nowadays, I wonder how this country got it so wrong- people who’ve never worked a day, popping out kids, ordering takeaways, new phones etc...only a very wealthy and morally corrupt nation could afford or allow such things.
We didn’t know we were poor, good plain food, playing outside (mostly on bomb sites). Everyone was the same, nobody had more than there neighbours, homemade clothes, dad even made me a scooter, jacko skates , dandy and beano at the weekend.
@@poppycrust6871 It may not be as bad for some of us now, but believe me, poverty now is every bit as bad as it was then. My family was dirt poor, from the East End, but we did alright after the war, mainly due to the Socialist governments we used to have. They made it possible for working class people to get a better education, better housing, better more well paid jobs. We haven't had a Socialist government in over 40 years now, and desperate poverty is back again. Foodbanks everywhere. People sleeping on the streets. It's not right in one of the richest nations on the planet.
@@TheNobbynoonar There were lazy people back then too. Many people who have jobs are eating from foodbanks today, because they don't earn enough. It's not quite the same as the 1930's but the poverty is as bad.
I cannot really believe want this is about and is loverly to look at each one is so far back or the wear of clothes and want they do and all the odd in-between ones to all things were good
I went to school in Stepney in 1955 & remember all the bombsites. I went back years later & did not recognise the area. You threw away your cultural heritage & replaced it with cheap tat. I recall that popular song from my childhood with the line "Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner...." who sings that now!!
they worked so hard only to have their government destroy these people and their way of life, and in time their history. Now can some one tell me what they did to deserve that?
Why are you complaining…many of those starving white people went to Essex where houses now cost £500k and higher!! In east London you were living in filth poverty
And it won't be long before some gentrification team find out about it, price the poor woman who owns it out, knock it down and build an Islamic centre or apartment block that none of us, the working class, can afford
That is what a global empire gets you. These fools laud themselves with their ancestors' achievements but don't want to deal with the aftermath. Bunch of deluded clowns playing the victim card.
The memories, those dreadful times..and good days..as wells..is changing..of courses. You..reminders the old clays..but..is nothing wrongs chatts about..your child hood, coming..up you..lives yours lifes but moved..on too..better changed..the min..waged..wasn't thats good those days..$1.60 per hours, 1950s the new changed..the new..yrs..1960s min.wages,$2.50.too$2.60..per hours..
pie mash and jellied eel with parsley liquor gravy. it aint gone make your own, whats wrong with you lot ? youl be telling me you cant get whelks cockles and winkles ( Common periwinkle ) next
