Memories of Shepherds Bush and Hammersmith

Askew Road and Goldhawk Road - Shepherds Bush and Cooke Pie Shops

Leamore Street - we lived there in 1930's

Cathnor Road where Gran (d.1942) lived 

Starch Green - Shepherds Bush

1939 My Doctor

Emlyn Gardens Shepherds Bush includes 1945 Victory Party

Stamford Brook

1944 Westville School we were very near when it was bombed

Goldhawk Road - looking towards Shepherds Bush Green also check Stamford Brook above

Genealogy information

Hammersmith & Fulham - Archives and local history 
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Hammersmith and Shepherds Bush and Registration Districts


WW2 memories received by email
Bomb sites were everywhere, many more than on the official records. I remember mapping them all and worked out the direction the bombers were going and their intended targets. Do you remember those two great anti-aircraft guns at the bottom of Acton Park? (Junction of Uxbridge Rd and Warple way opposite the King�s Head/Arms). We used to play on them, and when they got removed, the concrete foundations left two marvellous roller skating rinks. Wendell Park was a giant allotment with a water tank in the middle. Ravens Court Park had a huge fenced off crater where the library sustained a direct hit.
Mum would take me shopping with her wicker baskets and a bag of ration books. It was a long time before I saw a real banana. Dad was still stuck in Burma and I wondered who this stranger was when he finally returned. Like all his comrades, he never talked about it.

There were many demobbed soldiers around, a lot with missing limbs. The Orchard Inn, Askew Rd., was a favourite meeting place, with some from the Great War - in uniform, proudly worn with their medals. There was a horse trough at the front of the pub, and as kids, we would go to pat the horses as their owners slipped on the nose bags and disappeared into the bar.
Pig bins! My awful memories of those disgusting eyesores on every street corner. The smell, and you lift the lid to a swarm of angry wasps. I was glad when they finally went.
There were no vehicles in the side streets. We played cricket there after the horse manure had been eagerly scooped up for people�s gardens. What a picture!
Gosh, I could reminisce forever; so I�d best close now.
Regards, Stuart Coyle

And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age