Friday, 11 September 2020

Memories of the 1950s - Part 1

 

I was a teenager working in an office in Lower Regent Street – near to Piccadilly Circus in London – when I heard a Lavender Lady. A piece of history harking back to the days when flower girls and lavender ladies roamed the streets with baskets of flowers and singing about their wares. Our office overlooked Jermyn Street (behind the Criterion Theatre) and she was wending her way the length of the street. Of course we all rushed to look out of the windows.

Another occasion whilst in Regent Street I saw Dame Margot Fonteyn (except that she wasn’t a Dame in those days). There was a new shop on the corner – The Tea Centre – which I believe she was Opening. I was across the road and saw this elegant lady in an ‘A Line’ coat – the latest fashion – as she chatted with a group of people. Vivacious, sparkling eyes, smiling and expressive hands. Wish I had had a camera.

This was a great area to work in as it wasn’t far from Shaftesbury Avenue with its theatres so we occasionally saw actors and actresses (sorry, I do like to know the sex of actors especially as some first names could be of any sex!).

In another direction was The Mall near to Admiralty Arch so sometimes we would go down there and maybe take our sandwiches to sit in St. James’s Park and enjoy the relative quiet. Occasionally when waiting to cross the road we saw members of the Royal Family – mostly in cars but I do remember Princess Margaret (wearing a red velvet coat and hat) and the Queen Mother in an open carriage. The Princess had recently arrived back in the UK following an official overseas visit. I believe they were on the way to the Guildhall in the City of London to a Luncheon. These days they would have been in a car rather than a carriage – far too much traffic about now.

The 1950s was a great decade in which to be a teenager following the austerity of war-time (and post-war) rationing – among other things.

The Medieval Bothwell Castle

I had known - since a child - that Bothwell Castle existed and had vowed that one day I would visit it. The time had come. I ambled through ...