Walthamstow


Layout of the area where Janet lived, showing George Gascoigne School on the corner of Queens Road and Lenmox Road; it is no longer there.














     

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Queens Road Park

school

Allotments.

A

B

A. Janet;s terraced house

B. Twins, Carol and Christine's house

C.  Where Mr Smith of Lennox Ladders hit me round both ears making me deaf or worse:  see the story, 'Classified' , I wrote in the poetry book 'Edge of Winter'.

D) George Gascoigne School


C.

          D

George Gascoigne

Ocean waves are glistening,

     Short distance from where I stay,

On this sunny September morning,

    Welcome! A new born Autumn day.


Indian Summers are abounding,

     Children coming out to play,

Splashing along the waters edge,

     Gleefully shouting on their way.


Seagulls above are screeching,

     Lovers nearby are clinging,

Scenes of the world are changing,

     But these are here to stay.