Nearly all our photos are on the server and at the moment, our server is a bit poorly so I can’t get to them to do a Flashback Friday post.
I did, however, find an old photo of me on my laptop and seeing it conjured up memories of our little flat in Kilburn, Derbyshire. I started to remember little things from my childhood that make me smile.
Old People Flats
Our flat was one of four old peoples flats. I think that the reason the council put a young family there was because they had nowhere else to put us!
I seem to remember the upstairs neighbours more than any others and that’s probably because I remember my mum moaning about them sometimes.
Too Much Noise
Now, my memory from this period in my life may not be very accurate but I have a feeling that even though mum and dad were polite to the couple upstairs, they could be a bit annoying and would moan about us children making too much noise.
They also moaned about a large part of the garden that was left to its own devices and ended up having amazingly tall grass all over it that people would dump rubbish in as they passed our garden wall.
I remember my dad getting some friends to come and help chop it all down and they found old handbags and shoes and all sorts of stuff in there!
Thunder & Lightning
The living room had french windows that opened onto a little-covered patio type area (the flat upstairs had french doors also which opened onto their balcony, which is why our patio bit was covered) and during thunderstorms, I would sit on my dad’s knee and watch the rain and lightning and jump at the thunder.
To this day, I love thunderstorms.
I remember I had quite a big collection of Sindy dolls, along with cars, furniture etc but I didn’t yet have the house. I was hoping to get it for Christmas.
While playing with friends I told mum I was taking my Sindy stuff outside. She warned me not to because she said it would get broken.
I didn’t believe her (like children do) and took it outside. I remember a little bedside table that had a tiny lamp on it. It really lit up when you pressed the switch and I loved it.
Of course, mum was right. A short while later, some other kids came into the garden and got a bit boisterous. They didn’t break everything but they broke a lot and my little bedside lamp was one of them. I was heartbroken.
Sense of Community
I loved that street we lived on. Everyone knew each other and the adults would sit on the walls outside the house, chatting away while the children played.
I don’t know if I’m seeing it with rose tinted glasses because I was young and memories from that long ago can’t really be trusted (well I know mine can’t!) but it feels like there was a lovely sense of community.
Don’t get me wrong, there were people we didn’t get on with and people used to argue and fall out but on the whole, it was a nice place to live.
It wasn’t as nice as the next street we moved to in Denby Bottles (a little village just down from Kilburn) but that’s another story!