All Discussions Tagged 'harringay alumni memories' - Harringay online2024-03-28T18:11:16Zhttps://harringayonline.com/group/historyofharringay/forum/topic/listForTag?tag=harringay+alumni+memories&feed=yes&xn_auth=noA Few memories of 1960s Beresford Roadtag:harringayonline.com,2009-02-06:844301:Topic:905582009-02-06T16:43:22.891ZHughhttps://harringayonline.com/profile/hjuk
<p>This from member <a href="http://www.harringayonline.com/profile/Lese39">Les</a>:<br></br> <br></br> We manufactured Handbags from approx 1960 - 1975 in our small workshops that were situated in part of the back garden of the corner house by the alley in Beresford Rd.<br></br> <br></br> I will never forget the time when I parked my Ford Zodiac in the road in Beresford Rd by the alley and ran down the alley to pick up part of a delivery that I had forgot and trusted the dodgy handbrake would be ok, only to…</p>
<p>This from member <a href="http://www.harringayonline.com/profile/Lese39">Les</a>:<br/> <br/> We manufactured Handbags from approx 1960 - 1975 in our small workshops that were situated in part of the back garden of the corner house by the alley in Beresford Rd.<br/> <br/> I will never forget the time when I parked my Ford Zodiac in the road in Beresford Rd by the alley and ran down the alley to pick up part of a delivery that I had forgot and trusted the dodgy handbrake would be ok, only to find on my return that the car was rolling down the road and mounted the pavement.<br/> <br/> I chased after it but it was going to fast and it didn't stop till it knocked down a lamp post and the car finished on top of the lamp post. Shortly after, a police officer arrived on a white Triumph motor cycle and boy was I in trouble.<br/> <br/> I'll never forget, it cost me £67 to replace the lamp post which was a lot of money in the sixties. Needless to say how many times I thanked God that no one came out of their door just as this car was hurtling down the pavement!<br/> <br/> <br/> Thanks for that glimpse into some of Harringay past, Les.</p> Full List of Harringay's Shops for 1948tag:harringayonline.com,2009-01-25:844301:Topic:880012009-01-25T00:20:17.184ZHughhttps://harringayonline.com/profile/hjuk
Many thanks to another ex-Harringaeite from the ether out there, <a href="http://www.harringayonline.com/profile/RoyakaSmiffy">Roy Smith</a>. He has very kindly sent me a copy of what I guess what the equivalent of the Yellow Pages, listing all the shops in Green Lanes, by number - even showing the road breaks.<br />
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If you're feeling a little nerdy, nerd away 15 mins browsing through it and recreate Green Lanes 1948 in your head.
Many thanks to another ex-Harringaeite from the ether out there, <a href="http://www.harringayonline.com/profile/RoyakaSmiffy">Roy Smith</a>. He has very kindly sent me a copy of what I guess what the equivalent of the Yellow Pages, listing all the shops in Green Lanes, by number - even showing the road breaks.<br />
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If you're feeling a little nerdy, nerd away 15 mins browsing through it and recreate Green Lanes 1948 in your head. 1962: Barbara Windsor, resident of Grand Parade, Harringaytag:harringayonline.com,2008-12-10:844301:Topic:805892008-12-10T20:21:48.810ZLizhttps://harringayonline.com/profile/Liz
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>"</strong><span style="font-size: 10pt;">In</span></span> <span style="font-size: 10pt;">1962</span> I was working for the <em>London Evening Standard</em> taking a portrait each week for the newspaper's Show Page and working with the reporter Gerard Garret. My diary for 22 August 1962 records our 10.15 morning appointment at Barbara Windsor's home at 42A, Grand Parade, Harringay. My expenses were one shilling for parking and six shillings and…</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>"</strong><span style="font-size: 10pt;">In</span></span> <span style="font-size: 10pt;">1962</span> I was working for the <em>London Evening Standard</em> taking a portrait each week for the newspaper's Show Page and working with the reporter Gerard Garret. My diary for 22 August 1962 records our 10.15 morning appointment at Barbara Windsor's home at 42A, Grand Parade, Harringay. My expenses were one shilling for parking and six shillings and sixpence for entertaining. I usually took three rolls of film on my trusty Leica working with natural light whenever possible but taking some lights and reflectors for back up. <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>"</strong></span><br/> <br/> <strong><i>Diary entry by Michael Ward, who was for over 30 years a top celebrity and news photographer with the British newspaper 'The Sunday Times'.</i></strong></p>
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A collection of Harringay memories:<br />
<hr></hr><b>Growing up in Harringay on the 1920s</b> <br></br><br></br> I was born in Hornsey in 1923, and spent the first 10 years of my life living with my parents in the top flat at 257 Wightman Road. The ground floor was occupied by Mr and Mrs Dan Costigan. Mr Costigan was a bus driver, and they had one child, a daughter, who was greatly prized. In 1928, I was enrolled at the school which occupies the space between Mattison and Pemberton roads. Very happy memories of…
A collection of Harringay memories:<br />
<hr/><b>Growing up in Harringay on the 1920s</b> <br/><br/> I was born in Hornsey in 1923, and spent the first 10 years of my life living with my parents in the top flat at 257 Wightman Road. The ground floor was occupied by Mr and Mrs Dan Costigan. Mr Costigan was a bus driver, and they had one child, a daughter, who was greatly prized. In 1928, I was enrolled at the school which occupies the space between Mattison and Pemberton roads. Very happy memories of that school, including one year being chosen to be Father Christmas in the school play! My best friend, at the same school, was Norman Parsons, who lived at 108 Wightman Road. 257 Wightman Rd was at the bottom of a hill down which horse-drawn bakers' and milkmens' carts used to come, with a steel 'shoe' under the rear wheels to stop the cart overtaking the horse!
<p>At the bottom of our garden there was (is) a steep bank at the top of which runs the New River. As a small boy, my father would take me up that bank (I was not allowed to go there on my own in case I fell in!), to watch men fishing for pike. I was told that there was one pike in that stretch of the river which was so big that it would pull a fisherman in if it were to be hooked. At that age, of course, I believed them!
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<p>Other memories include walking to and from school in thick London pea-souper fogs; watching my mother light the gas mantles in our flat; watching the lamp lighter walk down Wightman Road with his long pole; walking along Green Lanes with my parents on winter evenings looking at the stalls selling all manner of goods, from meat, fish and vegetables to china and sweets; seeing a dancing bear on the corner of Fairfax Road and Green Lanes, with a man collecting pennies for its 'performance'; seeing wounded soldiers (and amputees) from the 1914-18 war busking for pennies along Green Lanes; being taken to Harringey motorcycle speedway stadium by my father (I can still smell the cinders and the burnt oil!); going to Finsbury Park to fly kites made by my father; going to Clissold Park to sail my boats; going to a sweet shop (at the Turnpike Lane end of Wightman Road) to spend my Saturday penny; and seeing one of the local roads thickly lined with straw, to reduce noise because someone was dangerously ill in one of the houses.
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In 1933, my father moved us to a new house just built in Surrey, and my association with Hornsey effectively ceased. But its memories are still extremely powerful. In Surrey, a year later, I sat for a scholarship to a grammar school, and got one, the credit for which must go entirely to the teachers at Mattison Rd/Pemberton Rd school.<br />
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<hr/><b>Looking Back</b> <br/><br/> I was born in St Peters St, Islington, 1935, bombed out late 1943, with nowhere to go, had a makeshift home in Aloysius College for a time until we were given a place in 4 Montague Road, Honsey, N8, that's where I knew what it was like to be hungry. I remember to this day with my three sisters & mother given different colour tickets to show at the YMCA to prove we were homeless, waiting all night to have a nice breakfast in the morrning, only to find out that the YMCA was bombed during the night, and was reduced to rubble. I thought I was going to die of hunger, as a result of that I never leave a scrap of food on my plate.
I went to Crouch End Infants then Crouch End Secondary. After the war we used to go every Friday night to the Harringay speedway meetings, most of the weekends we would go to the Alexandra Palace roller rink. (If you hadn't been there then you hadn't lived.) Getting back to 1944, I remember many an air raid, on one very bright moonlit night the air raid warning sounded but we stayed put & didn't go down in the shelter at Britain's Pickles factory, as my father always told us it was very safe under the stairs, so thats where we got, my three sisters, me and my mother, who I might add tried to shelter us from any harm had we got a direct hit. We also had a black cocker spanial dog, he wasn't going to be left out. We heard the buzz bomb from a long way and as it got near it got louder, it was now right overhead of us when the engine cut out, we all thought this was our destiny, but for the grace of God it glided on to Cranley Gardens near Muswell Hill. Another time together with two of my sisters we went to see Roy Rogers at the Ritz in Turnpike Lane, it came up on the screen that there was an air raid and that we could leave if we wanted to, my two sisters left but I stayed, then it came up on the sceen, all clear. Ten minutes later there it was again, yes another warning, that was too much for me, I got up and left. Just as I was going up Turnpike Lane this buzz bomb came over the top of us and stopped. Everybody ran for cover, and so did I, into a shop doorway with glass all around me. Next I knew I was slung to the ground, in the gutter of all places, by some big copper. The buzz bomb landed in Hornsey Park Road on a church.<br />
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The next time was one morning getting ready to go to school and my elder sister asked me to hold a glove so that she could undo it and knit something else. As we were doing this a V2 rocket dropped on the weight bridge, Warrens coal yard in Tottenham Lane alongside the Railway Hotel, in fact I worked there soon after for Lotus cars, Colin Chapman. The back of our house was badly damaged and I was knocked unconscious, as a result I hit my head after going over the gas stove on the butler sink. A young girl was on her way to the train station when the rocket went off and she was never seen again, very sad day. We all had jobs to do in those days, my first job was to go down to the gas company and get the coke on Saturday morning for mother, then go around to the wet fish shop and cut the ice up to lay on the fish that was on display, then go inot the greengrocer and deliver all the orders to the old people in the area. On Sunday I went to all the people that had newspapers delivered all week and collected the money, that took from 9 untill 1 o'clock.<br />
On Monday I did a paper round morning & night, but on Wednesday I did another round for the Victoria Wine company, and on Friday I cooked the beetroot for the greengrocer. I am now 73 years of age and still working, is it any wonder.<br />
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I could go on but Iam running short of words now. I went in the army in 1953 in the Middlesex Regiment then transferred into the parachute Regt, got demobbed in 1957. Married my childhood sweetheart but she sadly died in 1982 at the age of 42.<br />
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How has Hornsey changed? It would be easier to ask how the whole country has changed.<br />
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<hr/><b>Memories of the 1960s</b> <br/><br/> I was born in Stroud Green in 1950, and lived in the same house in Oakfield Rd N4 for 28 years before moving up and over the hill to Inderwick where I still live.
I remember going with mum to pay the rent at Hornsey Town Hall, and seeing 'Over the Rainbow' there I think, and still have a programme for Wilfred Pickles 'Down your Way'. I don't remember the cars parked against the North Thames Gas Board though.<br />
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<hr/><b>Wightman Road, 1960s</b> <br/><br/> I was born in England and lived at 399 Wightman Road for seven years of my life from 1961 to 1968. My parents were poor immigrants from Jamaica, W.I. Our family consisted of myself, my sister, my brother and my parents. I remember our apartment building had two storeys. We lived in the flat above an older couple named the "Grandons". Across the street to the left was a meat store and further down the street to the right was a candy store. My school was North Harringay Primary School. There was also a Catholic church nearby. I have since moved to The United States, but the memories of Hornsey are always with me.
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All from the <a href="http://www.francisfrith.com/search/england/london/hornsey/memories/" target="_blank">Francis Frith site</a>. "I remember it as a surreal image, these silent masses trudging........."tag:harringayonline.com,2008-11-30:844301:Topic:786202008-11-30T09:53:29.793ZHughhttps://harringayonline.com/profile/hjuk
<p>Snippet from a London memories site:<br></br> <br></br> That was the name of the nearest tube station and the big pub on the corner of Green Lanes and Seven Sisters Road. There were often quite brutal and bloody fights there late at night. I often saw blood and broken glass on the pavement in the morning when I went to fetch the newspaper. On Thursday nights there used to be Greyhound Racing down the road at Harringay Stadium. It drew tremendous crowds who would pour out of the underground station…</p>
<p>Snippet from a London memories site:<br/> <br/> That was the name of the nearest tube station and the big pub on the corner of Green Lanes and Seven Sisters Road. There were often quite brutal and bloody fights there late at night. I often saw blood and broken glass on the pavement in the morning when I went to fetch the newspaper. On Thursday nights there used to be Greyhound Racing down the road at Harringay Stadium. It drew tremendous crowds who would pour out of the underground station at 5 or 6 o’clock and pour back later, about 10 o’clock. All the men and seemed to be dressed alike in raincoats and caps or trilby hats. They all carried a newspaper or the programme, called the "Altcar", I think.<br/> I remember it as a surreal image, these silent masses trudging on their way in the gloom of the gaslights, on foggy evenings.<br/> <b><br/> The shops down Harringay</b><br/> <br/> There was a government surplus shop that sold electrical stuff near Bentalls the toy shop. At the back of the shop was the lending library where Dad would get his books from.<br/> <br/> The fish shop with the overhead wires that sent the money from the counter to the lady on the cash desk.<br/> <br/> United Daries milk float drawn by a horse. And the baker’s delivery vehicle was a battery driven cart that the salesman walked in front of and controlled it with a handle.<br/> <br/> Steam lorry that delivered the coal.<br/> <br/> Read more at <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20091025040858/http://www.geocities.com/lupinpooter/firstyears.htm" target="_blank" rel="noopener">London Childhood Memories</a> (<i>Edit: Original site no longet available - link now points to saved page at Wayback Machine</i>)</p> Memories of wartime in Harringaytag:harringayonline.com,2008-10-05:844301:Topic:698202008-10-05T22:12:13.012ZLizhttps://harringayonline.com/profile/Liz
From the BBC archive, WW2 People's War archive are these two remarkable eyewitness accounts of wartime experiences in Harringay<br />
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<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/stories/40/a3762740.shtml" target="_blank">Bombs over Harringay</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/stories/17/a3139517.shtml" target="_blank">V1s - Three Painless encounters</a>
From the BBC archive, WW2 People's War archive are these two remarkable eyewitness accounts of wartime experiences in Harringay<br />
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<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/stories/40/a3762740.shtml" target="_blank">Bombs over Harringay</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/stories/17/a3139517.shtml" target="_blank">V1s - Three Painless encounters</a> What a crying shame it would be to lose the opportunity to connect with first hand witnesses to half of Harringay's local historytag:harringayonline.com,2008-08-18:844301:Topic:604202008-08-18T20:05:53.448ZHughhttps://harringayonline.com/profile/hjuk
Walking back up the hill from getting some milk this morning, I thought I'd call on Carole (who gave me the <a href="http://www.harringayonline.com/photo/photo/show?id=844301%3APhoto%3A54613">Hewitt Road Coronation Party photo</a>) and see if she knew any more about the history of the Old Ale. I thought I'd only be a couple of minutes. What a misjudgement. She couldn't remember. so we called on George over the road. He couldn't recall either, so he called his wife Edna. And there we stood he…
Walking back up the hill from getting some milk this morning, I thought I'd call on Carole (who gave me the <a href="http://www.harringayonline.com/photo/photo/show?id=844301%3APhoto%3A54613">Hewitt Road Coronation Party photo</a>) and see if she knew any more about the history of the Old Ale. I thought I'd only be a couple of minutes. What a misjudgement. She couldn't remember. so we called on George over the road. He couldn't recall either, so he called his wife Edna. And there we stood he four of us, them talking me listening to snippets of Harringay gone. They all moved in to Hewitt Road just after the war and so have been witnesses to more than half of Harringay's urban history. But apparently they're not all Hewitt Road has to offer. There's also Ray, Ron and Val and for all I know that's just for starters.<br />
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I threatened/promised that I'd come and visit them again to capture their memories. Reflecting on it since, I realised that I must return. Once these guys are gone, a whole rich seem of local history goes with them. And this is just one small patch of one road - what rich seems await us throughout Harringay.<br />
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Little snippets from today -<br />
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<li>Apparently Lakes has been Lakes for decades. Before it was a social club, it was Lakes, the well respected men’s' outfitters.</li>
<li>Where the Turkish barbers is today, by the railway bridge near Sainsbury’s, was in years past a pet shop with a famed parrot who used to greet customers selecting from a choice range of welcomes.</li>
<li>At the bottom of Hewitt Road, on one corner was a long established bakery (which explains the old Hovis advert still visible on the back of the building today); on the other corner was Seckers, the jewellery store. Just up the road on the corner of Allison was a sweet shop. Elsewhere there was a shop that sold only eggs.</li>
<li>Then I heard about Edna's father and grandfather who were money lenders and lived in Finsbury Park. Edna remembers her mother used to sit out in the front garden with a table, chair and a big bag of money.</li>
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Yes, I must go back.<br />
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Does anyone else have any neighbours who've lived here for many years? The Worst Street in London Between the Wars (Campbell Road, Finsbury Park)tag:harringayonline.com,2008-05-25:844301:Topic:446212008-05-25T20:36:02.669ZHughhttps://harringayonline.com/profile/hjuk
Synopsis from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Campbell-Bunk-Street-London-Between/dp/0712636250" target="_blank">Amazon.co.uk</a><br />
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From the 1880s to World War II, Campbell Road, Finsbury Park (known as Campbell Bunk), had a notorious reputation for violence, for breeding thieves and prostitutes, and for an enthusiastic disregard for law and order. It was the object of reform by church, magistrates, local authorities and scientists, who left many traces of their attempts to improve what became…
Synopsis from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Campbell-Bunk-Street-London-Between/dp/0712636250" target="_blank">Amazon.co.uk</a><br />
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From the 1880s to World War II, Campbell Road, Finsbury Park (known as Campbell Bunk), had a notorious reputation for violence, for breeding thieves and prostitutes, and for an enthusiastic disregard for law and order. It was the object of reform by church, magistrates, local authorities and scientists, who left many traces of their attempts to improve what became known as "the worse street in North London". In all that record, the voice of Campbell Bunk itself was silent. Campbell Road was eventually cleared as a slum in the 1950s. This title provides insight into the realities of life in a "slum" community, showing how it changed over a 90-year period. The author uses extensive oral history to describe in detail the years between the wars, revealing complex lessons betweem the new world opening up (especially for young women) in Campbell Bunk and the street's traditional culture of economic individualism, crime, street theatre and domestic violence. Wine Gum Chum?tag:harringayonline.com,2007-10-16:844301:Topic:70472007-10-16T22:42:52.515ZHughhttps://harringayonline.com/profile/hjuk
The following from <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7382107@N04/1418276508/">flickr</a>:<br></br>
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When I was a boy, Maynard’s was a ubiquitous presence in the North London scene, with confectioner’s shops in every high street, graced with their distinctive-scripted Art Deco “Maynard’s” fascias.<br></br>
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Charles Riley Maynard and brother Tom started their Stamford Hill candy factory in 1880, whilst Charles’s wife Sarah Ann served customers in the adjoining shop.<br></br>
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The company…
The following from <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7382107@N04/1418276508/">flickr</a>:<br/>
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When I was a boy, Maynard’s was a ubiquitous presence in the North London scene, with confectioner’s shops in every high street, graced with their distinctive-scripted Art Deco “Maynard’s” fascias.<br/>
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Charles Riley Maynard and brother Tom started their Stamford Hill candy factory in 1880, whilst Charles’s wife Sarah Ann served customers in the adjoining shop.<br/>
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The company was incorporated in 1896 and in 1906 the expanding concern moved a mile or so to the Harringay site in the picture.<br/>
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Also around the turn of the century, Charles Gordon, heir to the candy firm, suggested to his father that they diversify into making “wine gums”, an idea that outraged Charles senior, a strictly teetotal Methodist!<br/>
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Nevertheless, Charles Riley gradually came round to the idea when his son persuaded him that the projected new sweets would contain no actual alcohol.<br/>
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A classic was born!<br/>
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The manufacture of Maynard’s Wine Gums commenced in 1909. The new factory site below an embankment of The New River, permitted clean Hertfordshire spring water to be used in production whilst the proximity of The Lea Navigation and numerous railways afforded coal and sugar to be cheaply shipped from the South and gelatin from the North. London itself provided a ready market of some ten million people, and the World’s largest commercial port was within five miles.<br/>
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The works grew consistently, irrespective of trade depression or war, to become a four-figure employer of local labor.<br/>
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The sweets themselves came in five shapes, colors, and flavors: Kidney, crown, diamond, circle and rectangle stamped “port”, “sherry”, “champagne”, “burgundy” and “claret”.<br/>
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In 1990, Maynard’s combined with the Tottenham licorice mill Barrett’s plus effervescent candy firm Trebor. Later in the same decade this combine merged with the Anglo-American soda pop and confectionery conglomerate Coca-Cola Corporation as part of its Cadbury chocolate and candy arm. Retail assets were divested.<br/>
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In 1998, the London factory closed and Maynard’s Wine Gum and associated sweet manufacture was continued at a Sheffield premises that had come on-stream in 1991. By 2002 worldwide sales of Maynard’s Wine Gums alone had reached a value of forty million pounds sterling per annum.<br/>
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The Harringay premises is now a warehouse for The Oriental Carpet Company and its associated Turkish concerns. Ever Ready Factorytag:harringayonline.com,2007-07-28:844301:Topic:12752007-07-28T22:18:51.311ZStephenBlnhttps://harringayonline.com/profile/IsarSteve
<i>One of the Community Members asked me if I had any information on the Factory at the corner of St Ann's Road and Warwick Gardens.</i><br />
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I'm not sure when the factory was demolished, but for many years it was the Ever Ready Battery Factory. <br></br>Originally used the North Metropolitan Electric Company, an ancillary company owned by the Middlesex County Council, who were responsible for providing the Tram service within the County of Middlesex as well as for the power supply. The trams were…
<i>One of the Community Members asked me if I had any information on the Factory at the corner of St Ann's Road and Warwick Gardens.</i><br />
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I'm not sure when the factory was demolished, but for many years it was the Ever Ready Battery Factory. <br/>Originally used the North Metropolitan Electric Company, an ancillary company owned by the Middlesex County Council, who were responsible for providing the Tram service within the County of Middlesex as well as for the power supply. The trams were taken under London Tranports' control after its formation in 1933, with all Electric Companies being nationalised by the 1945 Labour Government.
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I can't date the take over of the building by Ever Ready, but I had presumed it was after nationalisation. There are some reports that mention a V1 "Doodlebug" Flying Bomb damaging the Ever Ready factory in 1944.. so maybe it was earlier than Nationalisation?<br />
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I need to do some more research on that.. or maybe somebody here can help?