Having just become aware of this archive and particularly noted the photographs depicting the village as it was in the 1930's, I came to wonder just how many of my contemporaries are still, to coin a phrase, in the land of the living. I vividly remember the village as it was in the thirties: I entered the world in July 1929, my parents at that time living at 10 Kidbrooke Grove. I was baptized at she Wesleyan Methodist Church in Banchory Road by the Revd. F Bartlett Lang (who was my father's employer) and attended Invicta Road School from 1934 until 1939. In that year my Mother and I moved to live in Reading with her parents as, in August of that year my Father, as a member of the RAF IVR) was mobilized. Just one of the many memories I have is of of my very first girl friend - Betty Dorvil, the daughter of the owner of a horse-drawn cab that plied for hire at the Railway station. Happy days. I would love to hear from anyone who also lived in Blackheath in the thirties (
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