Years and years ago when rats roamed Walthamstow and up by Eden Road the houses had wooden porches full of umbrellas, wellies and paraffin heaters, when velvet curtains were the rage and guaranteed to last twenty years and they did! when the Asian Centre was a twinkle in the chimney smoke sky then I heard that my cousin had a butcher’s shop in Beulah Road. She was Carol Bell as a singleton. I never knew her married name. Full of curiosity partly because no-one in my family ever owned anything I went along to see her imagining she with a stripey apron and a cleaver raised above her peroxided head. Blow me down, the couple had moved out and away the day before. Look below for a mention of Horsey’s Butchers back in the fifties so there really was a butcher’s.
Beulah Road in Walthamstow is special now. It is in the Sacré Coeur of Waltham Forest, the conservation area away from the new builds down by the station, in the heart of the Village of E17 .The road name is exotic and there’s even a Beulavilla. Don’t tell me Beulah Road is named after Warner’s sister’s husband’s auntie’s grandmother. The name belongs to Downton.
There I met some women and we got talking. Here was a rehearsal then for the “Hanging Words Out To Dry” reminiscence workshop and writing stimulus happening on 7th November. I needed to see if there were chairs for the seniors to perch on for two hours on that morning.
PS Beulah, Eden, Biblical, (Blake?) roads built around St Mary’s Church E17
Look at this from Linda Hall b 1947 nee Wiley off Richard Dunn’s Walthamstow History website.
My name is Linda Hall formerly Wiley and I now reside in Vancouver, Canada.
I used to live in Beulah Road in Westcotts Laundry where my Mum Win Wiley managed the laundry. In the tiny little accommodation above and behind there resided my Brother Anthony (known as Tony in later years) my Dad, Nan and Granddad. There was an outside loo and a tin bath hanging on the outside wall that was bought into the the scullery for “bath night” once a week. I was born in 1947 and my Brother in 1944. We both went to Maynard Road infant school and then Junior. Our secondary modern school was Joseph Barret later to become Warwick Road with the Girls having their own school built down the road. My brother left Joseph Barret and went on to Tom Hood Technical College. As a teenager I used to go to The Mambo Youth Club that was held in Maynard Road Junior school Hall.
On our side of Beulah Road there was Horsey’s the Butchers, a wool shop, a sweet shop, a second hand stall where the Friers lived and then the laundry. Further down there was a removal company where a friend of mine named Edna lived and then there was a grocery store where they used to pat 2 ounces of butter together behind a pale green shield. That is as far as I can remember on our side. Opposite us there was Cundys the Greengrocers and a sweetshop. Way further down there was a barbers and a chemist and a few other shops but can’t think now what they were.
After school every afternoon I was sent round to Scotts the Bakers in Orford Road for a small tin loaf or a large one depending on the circumstances, either way by the time I got home I had picked and eaten the end off. It smelled so good I couldn’t resist. There was a big fish shop almost adjacent, then my mind goes blank until Isons the Oil Shop where we got our paraffin from and anything else you may need. It was like Alladins cave. Cross Eden Road and you came to the Post Office, Button Factory The Connaught Cafe, where I spent my teenage years drinking coke and sharing one cigarette between two people. There was the TA training centre on the corner of Orford/Beulah. Opposite side of Orford Road was the Connaught Hospital and further down there was a house that did Ballet, Tap, Singing lessons and Piano. I did the Ballet and Tap but for the life of me can’t remember what it was called. There was the Greengrocer who used to stand outside his shop and say Good Morning to everybody, wearing a lovely clean white apron. There was a sweet shop whose owners emigrated to Australia. I think their Daughter’s name was Linda. As I read this I realize how many blanks there are. Of course I am forgetting the Queens head pub on the corner.
My Husband and I along with our kids emigrated to Canada in 1982 but go back every year as we still have lots family and so we have seen many changes through the years. In 2011 I did a memory lane walk around Old Walthamstow. The laundry is still there albeit under a different name. Scotts Bakery is still there, again under a different name. Isons name is still above the shop