- Joined
- 27 Feb 2026
- Messages
- 2
- Reaction score
- 0
- Country
Families
What was the demographic of your childhood street?
- Thread starter jessicahayesfan
- Start date
- Joined
- 29 Dec 2025
- Messages
- 1,089
- Reaction score
- 67
- Country
Yeah, there was families in our street as well.
Some of them even had homes.
Some of them even had homes.
- Joined
- 18 Apr 2022
- Messages
- 5,847
- Reaction score
- 803
- Country
Still is.
- Joined
- 18 Apr 2022
- Messages
- 5,847
- Reaction score
- 803
- Country
Yes it did.
I can still hear Mary Pocket calling the kids in for tea - all eight of them. A lot of (big family) urchins in our terraced street.
Big ones. We had one family of 12 and another of 13 in our street. Here’s my old street with my house circled in red. Look up Ronan Point. Although not in this picture because they were demolished a year or two earlier, at the end of our road where you can see a path crossing some wasteland, there were some large Nissan huts that used to be an Italian POW camp. We used to play in them.
Last edited:
Farms and old farmers. Little grey fergies and silver milk churns. Outside toilets with torn up newspapers. Completely white, many families had been there for generations. Filling the church with farm produce at harvest festival time. Talking to old boys who had been through WW1.
There seemed to be more old people cleaning steps gardens etc, doesn't happen as much now....does it?
- Joined
- 11 Jan 2004
- Messages
- 46,243
- Reaction score
- 3,660
- Country
My street when I lived with my Gran in the early 70s was full of elderly Jewish couples and widowed ladies.
Nobody seemed to complain that they were all sticking together...
Nobody seemed to complain that they were all sticking together...
All were white, no large families, all families, apart from widowed ladies living alone. We lived in a two up, two down, no bathroom, and the toilet down the street, with squares of newspaper, hanging on a nail. The only warm room in the house, in winter, was the living room, where the coal fire was. Cooking was done, in a cast-iron range, a part of that fire. Corner shops, at the street ends, the only thing larger we bought from, was a local Co-op. Few had cars, some had bikes, most worked locally, my father worked for the railway, just beyond the end of the street, and worked long shifts, and got all over the country.
Last edited:
No, I’m English not British, well both I suppose.
