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The lost voice of #London's market trader.
I once ran my own stall on #RomanRoad, #Bow & grew up using #Walthamstow market.
During my youth, #London markets were a reminder of our down to earth, homely roots. I can still hear the veg stall from years ago & hope I always will.
I once ran my own stall on #RomanRoad, #Bow & grew up using #Walthamstow market.
During my youth, #London markets were a reminder of our down to earth, homely roots. I can still hear the veg stall from years ago & hope I always will.
My VERY First #PieAndMash (as a child) was '#LManze', #Walthamstow market, #London. My loving Grandmother took me regularly, creating memories I hold close to my heart. Standing strong since 1929, it has since fallen to the cruel hand of "progress".
Later 📸 by @ChelseaDan5
Later 📸 by @ChelseaDan5
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Sometimes, footage from the 80s cuts deeper than that of the 1800s as we see just how fast the world has left us behind. This is #Walthamstow market in the 80s, where my beautiful grandmother shopped & brought me through the 90s. The emotions I feel watching this are immeasurable.
I (@VinnieSullivan) used to frequent this venue in my youth. After an evening in #Wanstead, #SouthWoodford or elsewhere, we'd often head to a club that had kept it's pub name. The Rising Sun (20 #Woodford new road) rested in a forested area of #Walthamstow tucked between #Leytonstone and #Woodford. My family once drank in the actual pub itself, I simply visited it's shadow in order to chat up women and have a decent enough reason to stay out late. Little did I realise that I, thinking as a mere youth, joined in the decline of #Britain's pubs. We all know that we cannot turn back time, but few of us truly learn from our mistakes in the hope of a better future. It's a short walk from where I was born (#WhippsCross hospital #Leytonstone, #London, #E11) and sits within the tree's of #Epping forest, a realm I know and love. This part of the forest named #GilbertsSlade. I remember the warmth I felt leaving in the early hours after a skinful upon seeing that I was within the forest I love.