Now Woolwich is almost a lost place to me.
I left in the September of 1969 and do not go home regularly enough.
And so when I do it all looks very different, and some places so unrecognizable that I am hard pressed to find my around.
I miss the old street market and the chaos that was Powis Street and can’t quite get used to the new railway station or what they have done to the Royal Arsenal and spent a good ten minutes wondering why the Post Office was not where I left it.
But that is the price you pay for moving away and while I miss what I remember I suspect my Woolwich of the 1960s would be as equally bewildering to someone who grew up around Beresford Square in 1900.
They might well want to know why the “Smoke Hole” had gone, why anyone would want to destroy the old Garrison Church and would feel odd on a ferry with no paddle or funnel.
So there you are places change.
Location; Woolwich
Picture; Woolwich,, 2017 from the collection of Neil Simpson
And so when I do it all looks very different, and some places so unrecognizable that I am hard pressed to find my around.
I miss the old street market and the chaos that was Powis Street and can’t quite get used to the new railway station or what they have done to the Royal Arsenal and spent a good ten minutes wondering why the Post Office was not where I left it.
But that is the price you pay for moving away and while I miss what I remember I suspect my Woolwich of the 1960s would be as equally bewildering to someone who grew up around Beresford Square in 1900.
They might well want to know why the “Smoke Hole” had gone, why anyone would want to destroy the old Garrison Church and would feel odd on a ferry with no paddle or funnel.
So there you are places change.
Location; Woolwich
Picture; Woolwich,, 2017 from the collection of Neil Simpson
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