tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65600750087362555302024-03-12T17:32:15.696-07:00The Temple Street IrregularOccasional notes from the pulsating heart of West BrightonGaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-69383260153477775032019-10-07T05:46:00.000-07:002019-10-07T05:52:48.329-07:00100 up!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Many congratulations
to our oldest resident Enid Gray who will be celebrating a significant
birthday </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">on Thursday 10th October. This very special lady will be 100 years
old on that day. <br /><br />
Enid has lived in Temple Street since the late 1930s and her
mother-in-law was actually born at </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">number 46 so no one can claim to have
a better connection with the street. She and her husband </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Reg ran a very
successful hairdressers at number 23 and later at number 37 – you can
read all about </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">her life here in the Temple Street Irregular.<br /><br />
Many happy returns Enid!</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://thetemplestreet.blogspot.com/2013/05/temple-street-people-enid-gray_28.html" target="_blank">Read about Enid's life here</a>Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-27934273806300073462019-09-14T10:27:00.000-07:002019-09-14T10:27:01.374-07:00'You shouldn't have to breathe someone else's pollution'Dr Jordan White, a data scientist with air quality experts EarthSense, has looked at the current situation in Temple Street and given his view. 'Shutting it off is a really good idea,' he says, 'you shouldn't have to breathe somebody else's pollution.'<br />
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He was talking on Neil Pringle's Breakfast Show on BBC Radio Sussex on Thursday – earlier in the show two Temple Street residents, Amanda Baxter and Karen Boyd, told listeners about the current Rat Run Effect and consequent high pollution levels in the road. You can hear them talking <a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p07l3y90" target="_blank">here</a><br />
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Dr Jordan is featured a little later and you can hear him <a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p07l3y90" target="_blank">here</a><br />
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And please remember the public meeting about shutting off The Rat Run of Temple Street – upstairs at The Temple Bar, on the corner of Temple Street and Western Road, at 6.30 on Monday 16th August to hear the views of residents and what the Council is prepared to do about the situation.<br />
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-67017361712889531382019-09-03T08:43:00.000-07:002019-09-03T08:43:33.532-07:00'Our street is a street canyon'<h3>
Calling all residents who would like Temple Street to become a safer, healthier, quieter road – please mark <u>6.30pm Monday 16th September </u>in your diaries, and hear everyone's views on permanently closing Temple Street to non-residential traffic. We have reserved the upstairs room in the Temple Bar on Monday 16th
September at 18.30 hrs. We will be there until 19.45 hrs, so please do
come along if you are free to hear the debate and hopefully listen to
what the council is able to do.</h3>
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Our two local Green Regency Councillors, Alex Phillips and Tom
Druitt, have been invited, as well as Andrew Westwood, Head of Transport Management,
and Mark Prior, Assistant Director of City Transport. </h3>
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This update on the state of play so far has been written by Aidan (7 Temple Street); Ian (12); Gavin (16); Karen (17) and June (20).</h3>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Summer 2019 – a brief respite from the incessant noise<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">A number of issues have been highlighted since we started campaigning: </span></div>
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<b>The first is very serious and related to pollution and air quality on
Temple Street. </b>According to the MappAir100 by EarthSense information
shown on the BBC website, Temple Street has a score of 3 out of 6 for
nitrogen dioxide levels, which exceeds the annual legal limit, with
long-term health concerns for people spending long periods in these
conditions. Surrounding streets, such as Norfolk Road, Borough Street,
Spring Street, Lansdowne Place and even Western Road score 1 out of 6,
with the average for Brighton and Hove also 1 out of 6. This is alarming
stuff! We have asked the council to urgently act and even asked them
not to reopen Temple Street because of the health risk, but to no avail.
Our street is a street canyon (tall houses and narrow width, with
nowhere for the toxic fumes to go). The fact that we score 3 out of 6 is
a grave concern for us all, and we need the road closed to bring the
level down. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">2) <b>The council could have kept the road closed for up
to 18 months</b>, but chose to reopen it, despite us alerting officers and
councillors to the pollution problem. We are therefore back to square
one with the Deliveroo bikes racing up the road, speeding cars and
taxis, as well as very many vans and lorries using the street as a cut
through. This is extremely disappointing as the roadworks are in place
along Montpelier Road for 8 months, meaning the road could have been
kept closed whilst they were carried out and the council assessed the
impact of the closure on traffic flow on neighbouring roads. They chose
to ignore our request. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">3) <b>The temporary closure proved that a
permanent one would work. </b>We no longer had non-stop traffic racing up
the street, but residents and visitors could still park outside houses
and deliveries could still be made to homes on the street. Traffic moved
fine on surrounding streets, which was a concern highlighted by the
council. We saw the temporary closure as a trial - if it worked, it
should be implemented, and it did work, very effectively. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">4) <b>Taxi
drivers all know that Temple Street is a rat run.</b> They regularly use it
as a fast route to the station as it is quicker than waiting at the
lights on Western Road. They have been doing this for decades and will
continue to do so unless the council acts. They are turning a blind eye
to this well-known use of the road by B&H taxis. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">5)<b> The
motorbike delivery drivers are noisy and non-stop</b>, driving at speeds of
40+mph and even mounting the pavement to access the street when closed.
This situation is worsening as demand for takeaway deliveries increases,
particularly as there are so many takeaways on Preston Street and
Western Road using the likes of Deliveroo to deliver across the city.
The motorbike/scooter park at the bottom of the street was opened
without consultation with the residents and is clearly a key cause of
the issues. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">6) <b>Vans, lorries and HGVs all use the street, yet
they have no need to drive up it. </b>Many of these work vehicles are not
local or delivering to the street, just using Temple Street as a
convenient cut through, sometimes even as a GPS shortcut, rather than
considering the impact that they are having on residents' quality of
life. Deliveries that are made by Tesco, etc, frequently block the road
too, causing beeping from frustrated drivers and jams behind them as the
road is not wide enough to allow traffic to pass. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">7) <b>The noise
from traffic is incessant.</b> We are in a conservation area, with houses
built in the 1800s. We are therefore not living on a street built to
carry the traffic volumes we are seeing today. The road and pavements
are narrow. No one has double glazed windows or front gardens and the
noise really carries, particularly when a lorry or motorbike drives by.
Endless toxins and fumes are being emitted causing us all to inhale
life-changing pollutants. If we can close the street, traffic noise will
virtually end and environmental damage will drop dramatically, allowing
us to return to opening windows as when the street was closed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">8)
<b> Crossing the road is hazardous.</b> Families with children live in fear
that they will be hit by a speeding vehicle and elderly and disabled
residents are at risk when struggling across the road or getting in and
out of their cars. Our parked cars are so close to the speeding traffic
that getting small children in and out of cars is an accident waiting to
happen. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">9)<b> The council is not worried about safety. </b>We have
warned them about the dangers associated with the traffic volumes and
speed on the street, but we have been told we need there to have been
three serious accidents before they will spend any money on traffic
calming. We want them to be proactive and act before this happens,
rather than react once people are seriously injured. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">10) <b>No one
knows whether the street is one or two way now.</b> The council has failed
to clarify the situation, deciding to reopen the street without warning a
few days ago. We are now seeing vehicles travel both up and down the
street, with many near misses when they come face to face, as many
drivers are not aware that it is back to one way. The decision to make
the road one-way northbound with traffic parked on both sides is
outdated and does not work in today’s traffic. We are unfortunately
being penalised for being the last road northbound before the Western
Road lights and this needs to change. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>We have a paper
petition signed by 43 households out of 54 on the electoral register and
an online petition signed by 159 people, showing the overwhelming
support for the permanent closure. </b>If you still feel this way and have
had enough of the traffic problem on the street, please do join us in
the Temple Bar and show your continuing support. We need to prove to the
council that the closure is a move that everyone is strongly in favour
of. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Many thanks for reading this. We hope to see you all in the Temple Bar next month.</span></div>
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Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-10789081020260591912019-06-29T01:28:00.001-07:002019-07-01T09:44:06.951-07:00Goodbye to dangerous traffic?<h3>
Who needs all this traffic roaring up our road from Western Road, using
Temple Street as a convenient short cut to Seven Dials and beyond? It's
causing pollution, hold-ups, constant vehicle noise and most
importantly, a danger to residents.</h3>
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The recent temporary closure of the south end has shown what a difference that would make to our lives.</h3>
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Could we make this closure a permanent one? </h3>
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If you would like to see it happen, please sign the online petition to
Brighton and Hove Council started by Temple Street resident Karen Boyd. </h3>
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You'll find it here: <a href="https://present.brighton-hove.gov.uk/mgEPetitionDisplay.aspx?ID=638&RPID=28320203&HPID=28320203" target="_blank">Temple Street Petition</a></h2>
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Please sign now and help improve the quality of life in our Street!</h2>
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The text of the petition reads: </h3>
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We the undersigned petition
Brighton & Hove Council to permanently close Temple Street (BN1 3BH)
at the junction of Western Road and make it two way from the top,
allowing access for residents only (and delivery to houses on the
street) from Montpelier Place.
The road has already been closed on a temporary basis to try and stop
the high levels of traffic travelling up it, with this working very
effectively and greatly appreciated by people living on the street.
The quality of lives of Temple Street residents has long been
detrimentally affected by the use of Temple Street as a rat run. We are
therefore asking for the temporary closure to be made permanent.</h3>
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Temple Street has been used as a rat run for many years, with
drivers cutting up it to avoid sitting at the traffic lights at the
Western Road/Montpelier Road junction. It is a narrow, one-way
street, with many young families and older residents living on it.
It is purely residential and there is little reason for vehicles
other than those owned by people wanting to access their homes (and
visitors) needing to drive up it, yet it is used by taxis, HGVs,
vans, motorbikes, cars and daytrippers as a cut-through. The very
many non-residents that race up it every day are doing so to save
time, often driving above the speed limit to find a quick route
north towards Seven Dials or the station. There are no front
gardens on Temple Street and the pavement is narrow, meaning that
it is therefore dangerous getting in and out of parked cars, with
the number of vehicles travelling up the road at speed.<br />
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The road has been temporarily closed off since 17 June as too
many vehicles, including HGVs, taxis and motorbikes, were using it
due to the SGN roadworks being in place for 38 weeks on Montpelier
Road. This new scheme is working very effectively and we are
therefore petitioning Brighton & Hove Council to make this a
permanent closure, like the closure on similar roads in the area
(Spring Street and Castle Street) in order to make the street
safer, quieter and less polluted. We’d like to see this
happen now while the road is already closed, rather than wait for
an accident to occur and prompt the council to take action.<br />
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The proposed permanent closure would be cheap to implement as it
would just require a sign at the top saying Access Only and a
barrier at the bottom (for emergency vehicles to gain access if
needed). The suspension of a couple of pay parking bays at the
bottom (to allow larger delivery vehicles to turn) would also be
needed. Residents and delivery vans have been accessing the street
without issue since 17 June, so the residents would like to see
this continue in order to improve quality of life and make the
street a safer place to live.<br />
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There would be no knock-on effect if the road is permanently
closed as Borough Street and Norfolk Road do not see traffic
travelling up them. There are many other wider, 2-way roads in the
area that are better suited to cope with the volume of northbound
traffic that Temple Street endures, such as York Road, Lansdowne
Place, Brunswick Place, Holland Road and Montpelier Road. With
Temple Street positioned as the last northbound road before the
lights next to Montpelier Road, it is inevitable that it will
continue to be used as a rat run by significant volumes of traffic
unless the council intervenes and allows a temporary scheme that is
already in place to be made permanent.<br />
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Please sign it as soon as possible - the petition closes on 24 July 2019.</div>
Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-49933554035193771072018-08-27T12:44:00.000-07:002018-08-27T12:44:04.433-07:00So. Farewell then, Sam<br />
<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Who would have thought Temple Street was a hotbed of musical talent? And that a UK Number One single was partly recorded at Number 36? Sam Preston's departure has thrown a spotlight on a surprising side of the Street</span></b><br />
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So farewell then, Sam Preston. Or just Preston as the world knew and loved him on Celebrity Big Brother in 2006. He met Chantelle Houghton in the Big Brother House and their unfolding romance was the highspot of the show.<br />
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When he came to live in the street, he was still attracting the attention of the tabloids, still prime celeb mag fodder. Patient papperazzi sat outside in their cars, waiting to spring out to take a lucrative pic or two when he ventured out.<br />
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Eventually, it all quietened down and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Preston_(singer)" target="_blank">Sam</a> – the name he now prefers – has lived at Number 36 on and off for 11 years and now, along with his partner Emily Smith, he is decamping to a four-bedroomed house in Brixton. Soon after Celebrity Big Brother finished, Sam he had married Chantelle in 2007, but the couple announced their separation a year later.<br />
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"It all seems so long ago, and as if it all happened to someone else," he says, "although I do still get reminded. The other day a man in the street shouted 'Oi! Preston! My sister named her son after you!'"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Onstage with The Ordinary Boys</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chantelle and Preston – as seen on Big Brother</td></tr>
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When he signed up for the TV show, Sam was the lead singer with the Worthing-based rock band <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ordinary_Boys" target="_blank">The Ordinary Boys</a>, who scored a solid string of chart hits from 2004-7. After they split he launched a solo career, which unfortunately stalled when he broke both his arms coming off his bike and had to cancel his debut tour.<br />
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It must be said he does seem to be rather accident prone. Sam's most recent mishap (and his last, we hope) was on September 1st last year and it was no laughing matter. He plunged off a hotel balcony in Denmark, four stories up, and broke his arm, shoulder blade, leg and pelvis. "I'm metal right through from here...to here," he told us, pointing from his ankle up to his shoulder. "I went to the toilet in Temple Street – or so I thought, half asleep in the middle of the night – and woke up days later in a Danish Hospital. I was barely conscious for a week.<br />
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"I had tubes sticking out of me everywhere, and my leg, which had been pushed right back behind my head by the fall, wasn't at first actually attached to my body. When I opened my eyes one day I saw a nurse quietly weeping in the corner of my room. I asked somebody why, and I was told she'd been to a 'grief meeting' about my death, and then she'd come in here and found me still alive."<br />
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As soon as Emily heard about the accident, she took the first flight over, and she looked after me from that moment," he said. For six months residents of Temple Street saw her gamely pushing him around in a wheelchair. It wasn't an easy recovery. At one stage Sam says he was told he'd be seriously disabled for life 'but I wasn't going to give in to it.' September 1st is s significant date to him for another reason – he hasn't touched alcohol since.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sam and Emily in August last year</td></tr>
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After the accident Sam had to give up playing the guitar because of the damage done to his fingers and he now makes his living as a songwriter. He's been rather successful too, co-writing <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olly_Murs" target="_blank">Ollie Murs</a>' number one hit <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5dFe-WKuPs" target="_blank"><i>Heart Skips A Beat</i></a> – some of which was actually recorded in his soundproofed recording studio in Temple Street – and penning songs for Enrique Iglesias, Cher and Kylie Minogue.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ollie Murs – Sam co-wrote his second Number One single</td></tr>
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Temple Street's connections to the music industry don't stop there. For a year, Sam's maisonette was rented out to a friend, the singer-songwriter <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucy_Spraggan" target="_blank">Lucy Spraggan</a>, who was the only contestant on the X-Factor to score a top 40 single and album before the live shows had even aired. Her career is currently very much on the up, says Sam.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lucy Spraggan – spent a year at Number 36</td></tr>
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Then there's <a href="https://store.cdbaby.com/Artist/PeterStein" target="_blank">Peter Stein</a>, an Australian musician, who lives next door at number 35. As well as making his own albums, Peter has written for legendary gospel band The Blind Boys of Alabama amongst many others. Peter's another Temple Street muso with a soundproofed studio in his house. His daughter Juanita is lead singer with another band – <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howling_Bells" target="_blank">Howling Bells</a> – whose name you can see set into the concrete outside number 35. Yes, music history is literally etched into the fabric of this street!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Juanita Stein and Howling Bells</td></tr>
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Finally, Sam told us that another of his friends, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Mount" target="_blank">Joseph Mount</a>, founder, vocalist and keyboard player of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFrNsSnk8GM" target="_blank">Metronomy,</a> another excellent Brighton band, lived above our pizza takeaway, <a href="http://www.lacucinabrighton.co.uk/" target="_blank">La Cucina</a>, at the top of the road.<br />
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Metronomy's Joseph Mount, who used to live above the pizza takeaway </td></tr>
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There could be more in our midst, sitting quietly at keyboards and plucking thoughtfully at guitar strings. What future talent is brooding in dark as yet-undiscovered studios in the Street? We will keep you in touch as they emerge.<br />
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Meanwhile Sam and Emily are flitting this nest of musical talent for South London, and they have announced that they are going to be married next year. So it's goodbye, good luck at avoiding future accidents and many congrats from us.Many congrats to the happy pair from the staff of the Irregular!<br />
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Before we left him to get on with his packing, Sam said the nicest thing: "Leaving Brighton is hard," he said, looking down our road at the shimmering sea. Then he looked at the colourful little terrace of houses across the road. "But it's not half as hard as leaving Temple Street."<br />
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-78683095045702893902017-07-02T15:13:00.000-07:002017-09-30T12:35:03.222-07:00Temple Street’s tragic anniversariesToday marks an unhappy anniversary in Temple Street. Every street has had its tragedies, and as the years pass, memories fade, people move away and die, and life moves on. But delve in the coroner’s reports at The Keep*, East Sussex's new repository of local records, and you will find glimpses of sad events which must have been the talk of Temple Street in their time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cliffs at Black Rock</td></tr>
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83 years ago Arthur Spilsbury threw himself off the cliffs at Black Rock. The records show that on July 2 1934 Arthur Richard Silsbury of 12 Temple Street, Brighton, electrical engineer; 57; on the Undercliff Walk, Black Rock; found dead, laceration of the brain and shock due to throwing himself over the cliffs at Black Rock whilst of unsound mind; suicide<br />
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James Gow Brock, 58; 6 Temple Street, Brighton; coal gas poisoning, self inhaled, 25 Oct 1937, suicide<br />
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Virginia Ann Sabey of 17 Temple Street, Brighton, old age pensioner, widow of William Samuel Sabey, paper hanger and decorator; 88; at Brighton Infirmary, 250 Elm Grove; shock following fracture of the right femur caused by a fall at [home] on 16 Dec 1928; accidental death<br />
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Mary Ann Elizabeth Banister of 19 Temple Street, Brighton, wife of Thomas Banister, retired police inspector; 65; dislocation of the spine between the 1st and 2nd cervical vertebrae caused by a fall down stairs at [home] on 12 Feb 1913; accidental death. No warrant<br />
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Florence Evelyn Renton Bird of 22 Temple Street, Brighton; 84; widow; at Brighton Municipal Hospital on 24 Nov 1944; myocardial degeneration accelerated by injuries sustained after a fall at home; accident<br />
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Edward Tyrell of 36 Temple Street, Brighton, painter and decorator; 24; at Sussex County Hospital; fracture of the skull caused by a fall from a window at [home]; accidental death 23 August 1905<br />
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Anne Katherine Archer of 37 Temple Street, Brighton, widow of John Chapman Archer, banker's clerk; 79; at the Royal Sussex County Hospital; uraemia following shock and fracture of the left legs caused by deceased having been knocked down and run over by a motor omnibus driven by Harry Victor Buckman in Western Road on 28 Dec 1921; accidental death<br />
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William Arthur James, riding master, 39 Temple Street, Brighton, 50; pneumonia following injuries caused by being knocked down by a bicycle; accidental death. 1924<br />
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* <a href="http://www.thekeep.info/" target="_blank">http://www.thekeep.info/</a>Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-24404786740118606312016-12-24T07:03:00.001-08:002016-12-24T07:03:21.542-08:00Snowstorm on the Street<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No sign of any blizzards yet in 2016 apart from one enclosed in a small glass globe</td></tr>
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-3796061387544765692016-08-27T09:28:00.001-07:002016-10-31T14:33:00.318-07:00Crump the Builders and 'The Day Sussex Died'Some interesting information about Crump the Builders, who used to have a
yard at the top of Temple Street, number 24. You can see Crumps' sign
painted on the south-facing wall in the best-known (and seemingly almost
only) <a href="http://thetemplestreet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/rare-old-temple-street-photograph-comes.html" target="_blank">photo of early 1920s Temple Street</a>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Crump sign at the top of Temple Street</td></tr>
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Our oldest resident, Enid Gray, lived next door at number 23 before
she moved over the road with her hairdressing salon to number 37, and
she remembers being woken up in the morning by the Crumps barrows
clattering about in their yard. <a href="http://thetemplestreet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/temple-street-people-enid-gray_28.html" target="_blank">See her story here</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George Crump</td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption">...George's wife</td></tr>
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George
Crump and Sons worked all over the Brighton and Hove area, and built
some of the large houses on Dyke Road which have since
become Nursing Homes. One of the Sons was Clement Crump, who is seen
below in uniform aged about 16. Chris Kilby from Southampton has
contacted us about his personal connection:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and Clement Crump, one of their sons</td></tr>
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“Clement was my Grandfather. He was enlisted in the 13th Battalion
Royal Sussex regiment, one of the Sussex 'pals Battalions’, most of
whose men lost their lives in a diversionary attack the day before the
Somme.<br />
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“You can read more about it if you Google '<a href="http://www.eastsussexww1.org.uk/day-sussex-died/" target="_blank">The Day Sussex Died</a>' or the '<a href="http://www.royalsussex.org.uk/richebourg-30th-june-1916/battle-of-the-boars-head/" target="_blank">Battle of the Boar's Head</a>.'<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Pals kept together': a Southdowns recruiting poster</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Men of the Southdowns Battalion, Royal Sussex Regiment, in 1915</td></tr>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The 11th, 12th and 13th Battalions of the Royal Sussex Regiment,
consisting of approximately 4,500 men, were known colloquially as
“Lowther’s Lambs”. This was a reference to local MP Claude Lowther, who
had taken personal responsibility for raising the battalions. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The 12th
and 13th Battalions, supported by the 11th, were sacrificed in a
diversionary raid on the Boar’s Head salient at Richebourg on 30th June
1916 in an attempt to draw German attention away from the main Somme
battle area further south. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The Battle at Boar’s Head lasted less than
five hours, but the Southdowns Brigade lost 17 officers and 349 other
ranks. Over 1,000 men were wounded or taken prisoner, and the 13th
Battalion was all but wiped out. June 30th 1916 was subsequently known
as “The Day Sussex Died”. See <a href="http://www.royalsussex.org.uk/richebourg-30th-june-1916/battle-of-the-boars-head/" target="_blank">the Royal Sussex Living History website for the full account.</a></span></span></span></div>
Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-39329285875836096852016-03-21T05:45:00.000-07:002019-07-01T09:51:01.056-07:00Nobody's been here as long as Martin....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Meet Martin Kearley, of 15 Temple Street. Born in 1947, Martin has lived in the Street since birth, he’s our only Lifer. Martin has shared some memories with us.<br />
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* Martin’s parents, Hilda and Jack, bought the house from his grand-dad, on his father’s side, just after the War. His grand-dad died in the bathroom. “He went up to the bathroom, and my Mum was in the kitchen and eventually she thought ‘he’s been there a long time,’ and she went up, and she found him dead on the floor. It must have been a tremendous shock.” <br />
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* ”As far as I know I’m the last of the Kearleys.”<br />
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* “My parents had a lot of work done on the house and Mr Crump of Crumps the Builders, just up the road from us, used to come along and discuss things with my mother. One day she asked him why a house near us was called Brook House. Mr Crump said there used to be a farm here years ago, and there was a little stream running down.’<br />
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* “When I was growing up there was a dwarf who lived in the street on the same side as us, further down. What he did, I don’t know.”<br />
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* “They once found a door lintel next door at Number 16, which makes me wonder if the houses may have been connected at some stage.”<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Martin's parents, Jack and Hilda Kearley</td></tr>
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* “Remember the Great Hurricane of 1987? The only damage to the street was to the red house, the one at the top of the street that’s built in a different style. All the chimney pots came down.”<br />
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* “When I was growing up the pizza takeaway on the corner used to be a television repair showroom. There was a greengrocers next door. Where now there’s a newsagents further up on the corner with Norfolk Road there was a milk bar. I remember being sent there by mother to get milk. She impressed on me the need to cross the road with very great care. The roads were quite quiet compared to now, but of course, me being an only child, she was doubly careful. ”<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One Christmas with Mum and Dad</td></tr>
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* Martin worked for 17 years at a basket making factory in Robertson Road, until the company went into liquidation. “At that stage they did what they called soft baskets, baskets on wheels.”<br />
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* Martin followed his old boss west, and worked for a ship repairers in Shoreham, but he left them to look after his mother in her last years, his father having died some while before. They let out the top floor of the house to a lady called Brenda. ‘But as long as my mother was alive she insisted on calling her Miss Trustler, she never called her Brenda. Brenda paid a peppercorn rent, my mother never put it up. A few quid a week, if that.”<br />
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* “One day I came home from work, and went up to see Brenda, and she said that my mother had come up the stairs and said there was a man in the kitchen. There wasn’t any man there. We reckon she had seen my father. So I thought ‘I can’t have this’ and I gave up my work.’<br />
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* “I cared for her for six years, and after she died I didn’t have a job. Robert from Inmans, the auctioneers just over the road from me, came over one day and asked me if I’d like a job. He said they wanted a man to make sure nothing went missing from their showroom, which was five doors down. The house directly opposite me was their offices, and five doors down was the showrooms, which had been Hamiltons, a firm that serviced engines.”<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A teenaged Martin and his Dad at the back of Number 15</td></tr>
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* “You can’t tell now that there used to be a garage there, but you will notice just outside the house a metal plate in the gutter which must have been put there to help the vehicles to drive in.” <br />
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* “Inmans used to be in Kemp Town but moved up here around 1963. I still work for them, although I don’t do that much for them nowadays, just helping out on a couple of viewing days every month. They stayed here until 2005 but moved because the parking is so awful in Temple Street. I’m glad I’ve never had a car!”<br />
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* Martin has never been tempted to leave Temple Street. “It’s so central,” he says. “The bus service is great and we’re only fifteen minutes walk from both Brighton and Hove train stations. I can travel anywhere from here. I have been all around the country, but whenever I come back home I think ‘Why would I ever want to move from here?’<br />
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(We're sad to report that Martin passed away in early 2019)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Never tempted to leave: Martin Kearley</td></tr>
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-26631879165684080602015-08-25T12:13:00.000-07:002015-08-26T05:39:24.829-07:00Elephants at the bottom of the Street<b><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Thursday 13 July 1899 was a very special day in Brighto<span style="color: #0000ee;">n. </span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Over excited children hadn't been able to sleep the night before and expectant adults lined the streets three deep. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">The circus was in town! </span></span></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There goes The Greatest Show On Earth</td></tr>
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">The lucky folk living in Temple Street could just stroll out of their houses and there it was, slowly going past the bottom of the road, making its lumbering, noisy, fantastic way along Western Road into town. </span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">This wasn't any old travelling amusement either – it was Barnum and Bailey's, the</span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> most famous circus in the world on its grand tour of Europe.</span></span><br />
<span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"><br /></span></span>The American show <span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">was travelling around the country by railway that year and, as was the custom by then, on leaving its special train, it paraded through town to advertise that night's show. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">The crowds lapped it up. That year Barnum and Bailey's procession was three miles long and included a menagerie, exotic horsemen, dozens of elephants, clowns, acrobats, jugglers, an enthroned king and queen, a military band, 70 horses, untold sundry beasts and a collection of 'living human curiosities'.</span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg">Here are two interesting old photos showing the southern end of Temple Street, looking west, as the procession rumbled by, and one shot taken from Bedford Square looking east.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg">In the two photos featuring Temple Street there is no sign of Temple Bar on the corner, showing a shop called Pullars instead.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg">The third photo shows the less exotic back end of the parade. An omnibus is following on and many of the crowd are starting to walk behind it. You
can see that all the houses on the north side of in Western Road, looking east, still have their
gardens at this time, before they lost them in its gradual widening. The Council started to buy
up houses on the north side in 1906 but it wasn't until
1935 that the final property came into line, all gardens were gone, and the widening could be </span></span></span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg">completed.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-18073348575016853032015-08-18T06:31:00.001-07:002015-08-18T06:31:18.378-07:00Fighting against the closure of our Post Office<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We're being told to use the Melville Road PO up the hill in Seven Dials</td></tr>
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<b>Our local Post Office branch at 22 Western Road is under threat.</b> Is it already a done deal? The Post Office claim not, saying that a public consultation, which ends on 16 September 2015, will be taken seriously.<br />
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The Post office is a priceless asset in our area, and its closure would be a great loss. What can we do?<br />
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<b>Sign the petition in local shops and online</b>. Go to <a href="http://www.38degrees.org.uk/">www.38degrees.org.uk</a> and search for 'Brunswick'.<br />
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The petition says: “Brunswick Town in Hove is a densely populated
area and the post office proposed for closure is at the centre of the
community, is very well used and has won many awards.<br />
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“Post Office Limited states that alternative provision will be
accessible to residents but this provision is a mile away up a hill.<br />
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“We worry about elderly and infirm residents being able to access the new ‘merged’ post office in Melville Road.<br />
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“Our Post Office in Brunswick Town provides an essential public
service where people need it and we wholly oppose plans to close it.”
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<b>Fill in the consultation form.</b> At a recent public meeting, the Post Office Representatives said this was key. They will take notice if we tell them how useful this branch is and how closing it will create problems for many of us. Go to <a href="http://www.postofficeviews.co.uk/">www.postofficeviews.co.uk</a> and enter branch code 010907<br />
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<b>Write to Paula Vennells, CEO of Post Office Ltd.</b><br />
Your letters and postcards can be taken into CITY BOOKS, next to the Post Office, or send to FREEPOST Your comments<br />
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Contact you local media and get busy on Twitter.<br />
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Spread the word and maybe our Post Office can be saved.<br />
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-78163685006690624992015-07-31T05:32:00.002-07:002016-05-10T03:24:02.710-07:00The value of a Temple Street house - in 1936An old Auctioneer's note of Particulars from 1936<br />
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So houses in the street were fetching around £750 in those days. That, by one method of
reckoning <a href="http://www.thisismoney.co.uk/money/bills/article-1633409/Historic-inflation-calculator-value-money-changed-1900.html" target="_blank">here</a>, is the equivalent of £47,596 in 2015 allowing for inflation –
which is less than a tenth of the going price now (in some cases, much less).<br />
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It was leased from The Portsmouth and Brighton United Breweries who owned a number of Brighton pubs at this time.Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-7546829052168802482015-07-01T13:24:00.002-07:002015-09-21T01:53:06.265-07:00Of goats and kids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of the most popular images on our website – judging from the number of times we’ve seen it copied – is that of young Reg Grey driving a goat cart down the street in 1919. Reg later owned a hairdresser’s at Number 23 and his wife Enid Grey still lives in the street over the road at Number 37.<br />
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Reg’s mum or dad, or perhaps an indulgent uncle, would most likely have hired the cart nearby on the seafront next to Hove Lawns. Goat carts had been a popular attraction in Brighton since the 1830s, according to the Francis Frith website, but they were expensive, costing one shilling per hour by the mid 19th century. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reg and his little sister Rita driving their goat cart down Temple Street</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A flower girl and goat carts for hire near Hove Lawns, c.1890</td></tr>
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A goat should only pull about 1 ½ times its own weight, according to experts in the field, so the little carts were perfect for carrying young'uns up and down the front, but they were also used for more workaday duties by tradesmen of the time, delivering items such as milk, vegetables and barrels of water.<br />
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Many of the carts, few of which have survived, were beautifully made by craftsmen and two motor companies of later renown, Peugeot in France and Studebaker in America, manufactured them before moving on to more glamorous vehicles.<br />
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Sadly the goats were often abused and ill treated. Local councils at seaside resorts later licensed all operators giving goat carriage rides and conditions improved somewhat. <br />
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In Brighton, the last known Harness Goat Licence was issued in 1953.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A couple of Victorian children take 'Our Morning Ride' on Madeira Drive</td></tr>
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-38802555608644758362015-03-28T13:04:00.001-07:002015-05-09T04:01:31.015-07:00It's Number 3 in '83This is Number 3 Temple Street in 1983 when the Jinks family bought it. It looks much the same today. Reg and his family had originally started renting it in 1961. <br />
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Now, in 2015, Number 3 awaits its first new occupants for 54 years.<br />
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And they've arrived! See below.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Number 4 looks like it could do with a little attention</td></tr>
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-87822562821988334212015-03-14T15:15:00.001-07:002015-03-14T15:27:21.369-07:00The Very Old Postbox in the Wall<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pre 1890: the interesting postbox set in a wall</td></tr>
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There's an unusual postbox around the corner, set in the wall of Montpelier Terrace, in which many Temple Street residents still post their letters. All we knew about it was that it was Victorian, and looked interesting. Roger Amerena of the Brighton and Hove Heritage Commission, was consulted. He is not only a fount of knowledge about our area, but lives just feet away from the box in Montpellier Hall.<br />
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Mr Amerena has provided just what we needed. He writes<br />
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'The two identical Montpelier Terrace and Temple Gardens wall letter
boxes are from the 1887 series known as "the Jubilee Boxes".<br />
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W.T.Allen
and Co of London were awarded the contract to make them in 1886 and that company
continued to produce these same styles for another 75 years.<br />
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Allen's
produced three sizes which were in production for this period. Type A, the largest; Type B WB/85 (formerly No 1) which are in situ in Montpelier
Terrace and Temple Gardens; and Type C (No 2). <br />
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Type B is fairly
common nationally but still
important in postal history. In Brighton it was rare. The style
was installed in Brighton prior to Hove Corporation being established in
the 1890's. Thus there are not known any to be placed in Hove.<br />
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I understand the Montpelier box was installed for Alderman Sir Joseph
Ewart JP MD, who was Mayor of Brighton three times from 1891 to 1894.</div>
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Alderman Sir Joseph was ex Irish
Militia and Deputy Surgeon General of the Bengal Army, and been in service during the
Indian Mutiny. He later became Surgeon General of the Indian
Army, and after
contracting typhoid, retired to Brighton in 1879 to live in Montpellier Hall. </div>
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For mayoral duties this box would have been
important to him – in those days you could post a letter in the morning and get a reply in the
afternoon. The Brighton telephone service had not quite arrived.'</div>
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-35441608320958142042014-12-11T05:49:00.002-08:002015-03-28T13:05:46.640-07:00Temple Street at dusk, December 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-26109174458052261272014-05-24T05:36:00.002-07:002015-03-14T12:47:49.809-07:00Back to the 1920s on the corner<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The shop signage from the Caffyns' showroom of the 1920s</td></tr>
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The extensive refurbishment of the corner shop at 123-4 Western Road has revealed the original signage from the days when it was a car showroom for Caffyns. It opened in 1920.<br />
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After Classical Lighting – eventually! – closed, the shop briefly served as a vintage second-hand outlet for the Martlets charity, and is now being completely fitted out as an ice cream parlour.<br />
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Here's hoping that the original signage, with its classy embossed gold lettering set behind glass, can somehow be incorporated into the new scheme.Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-50263698108803610642014-04-19T05:14:00.001-07:002016-03-23T09:04:34.674-07:001950s-60s: the ladies of Temple Street<b>June Holloway has lived in Temple Street since the early 1950s. Here she looks back at some of the memorable characters who were her neighbours in those days</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June Holloway in the 1980s</td></tr>
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The thing that I most remember is the women. Back in the 1950s the street always used to full of older women, and when I looked into it later as I did a bit of local research, I discovered that quite a lot of the houses were owned by women and I realised, thinking about it afterwards, that these women fell into a number of groups.<br />
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There were the ones who had never had a husband because of the First World War, and those who'd had a husband who'd died in the War, and those who's husbands had just gone, for one reason or another. There seemed to be an enormous quantities of very strong women coping on their own, and even amongst those who had husbands, it was these women who seemed to be the ones who were assertive. <br />
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They were real characters, wonderful people – these are just a few…<br />
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<b>Cissie Crook</b>, for example, who died only about 10 years ago at 98 – she lived from 1932 at number 8 and was the wife of Soloman Crook, who was one of the tailors who had lived in the street. She was a very tiny lady, but nobody argued with her! Cissie had that way of talking to people which was bantering, but sounded very fierce until you got to know that she always had a sweet in her pocket for a small child.<br />
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In her later years she took a taxi down to the casino in the afternoons. She was almost completely deaf by that stage, and she used to say 'I can't do anything else these days - but I can go down there, I take £20 and then I lose it, but they're very nice to me, give me a little glass of something...'<br />
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<b>Miss Coop</b> lived at number 42. Did you ever see Giles cartoons? Well, she
was just like Auntie Vera – Auntie Vera had a great long black coat
down to the ground, a black felt hat and a perpetual drip on the end of
her nose, and Miss Coop was a bit like that. She must have been in her
80s and she lived alone. She'd always come out in the morning with her
shopping basket and go off to do her bits of shopping; she was like a
little bird. When she died in her house they went in and they found
piles and piles of wet newspapers, from all the damp coming up through
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At number 41 was <b>Mrs Hughes</b>, a Welsh lady, she
was straight out of Dylan Thomas in her apron or overall with sleeves
rolled up to reveal burly forearms. She would always be outside with her
broom, because that's where the gossip was to be had, with anyone who
walked past.<br />
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Besides, every proper housewife washed their
doorstep before 10 each morning in those days. She once killed a rat
with that broom.<br />
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Mrs Hughes had a faded ex-Indian army widow
friend who lived nearby. They would always go out together. A lot of
people around that time, in the 1950s, used to have a lodger, letting
out one room here or there to help pay the bills.<br />
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<b>Hyacinth Morton</b>, at number 31, was the stepdaughter of Sir Ronald Storrs, who had been Governor of Jerusalem in the days of Laurence of Arabia, so she was brought up as the daughter of a very wealthy house, and she had the most amazing upper class accent. <br />
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Hyacinth had met everybody - she was a winner at a dinner party, coming out with things like "Yes, well I met King Farouk, he was dreadful man. When I was introduced to him he said, "Take this women away - I can't abide ugly women!" – and 'I remember George Bernard Shaw really well. I sat on his knee when I was 12." And she was at one of the Nuremberg Rallies and was on the platform 20 feet away from Hitler. 'He was so charismatic,' she said, 'I had to hold onto my hands so I didn't shout "Sieg Heil" as well!'<br />
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She was wonderful. I once met her on the street - this was by the time Peter and I were married, and she said 'Ah! Send the dear boy over this evening, will you - I've got a light bulb that needs changing. You'll come over and have a little gin with me whilst he's doing it.' I said 'Right, okay - about six?' and she said 'I'll get out my diary...'<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sir Ronald Storrs, Governor of Jerusalem</td></tr>
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<b>One rather strange lady</b> had a penchant for scratching doors and cars with her keys. She was a simple soul, who'd had a horrible accident, been injured and received a sum in compensation. A taxi driver had become her "best friend", and used to take her to places – and systematically robbed her of the entire £20,000 she'd received, which was a lot of money at the time.<br />
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<b>Mrs Shepherd</b>, the ever-cheerful Irish lady at 27a, was married to a merchant seaman who came back home every two or three years. They had two children together and in 1958 their son was getting married, and wanted some money for the wedding, so he offered to paint the outside of our house – and that was the first time it was done. The price was £18, my mother was very happy with that – and so was he, it paid for the honeymoon.<br />
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<b>Mrs Agomber</b> was a very sad widow, she was a lodger in number 28, on the top floor. She'd lost her husband in the First World War, and must have been in her 80s when we arrived in the Street in 1953. We used to go and buy pink paraffin for her at Mence Smith, the ironmongers on the corner of Montpelier Road, where the Mad Hatter is now. She used it in her old oil heater that was her only source of heat. It must have been horrifically dangerous. <br />
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She became ill, and she was beside herself with fear; 'They'll take me to the workhouse, they'll take me to the workhouse – I'll die on the hill,' she said. This is the building that is now Brighton General Hospital at the top of Elm Grove, which in living memory did indeed used to be the Workhouse.<br />
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And sure enough, when she became ill, they took her there and she was terrified, and she died there. <br />
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Of course these are just a few – there were many others, great characters and good neighbours over the years, who have all been a part of what has made this street such a splendid and interesting place to live.<br />
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Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-46134255672805257212014-03-16T08:38:00.001-07:002014-12-11T05:38:59.040-08:00A very short cut to the pub<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Number 12 used to have a very useful facility – direct access to the Borough Tavern that was at number 39 Borough Street. The back of the pub was just on the other side of the wall, and there was a doorway between the two properties.</div>
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The passage from the pub emerges in Temple Street, giving thirsty punters a very handy short cut.</div>
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Ian Burridge, who now owns number 12, told me he had come across a blocked off doorway when he was renovating a room at the back of his property, in the position that can be seen on the Ordnance Survey below.</div>
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This seems to explain the glass ball hanging outside the house in the recently discovered photograph, detail below, on which the word 'Spirits' can be seen. Spirits and more were to be enjoyed only a few steps away.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> The passageway to the pub (marked P.H.) through Number 11 Temple Street</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-11089853541925325012014-02-19T10:25:00.001-08:002014-02-19T10:25:08.973-08:00Flu jab needed at Number 42This was back in 1969 – and in those days, it seems, the jab was not readily available. A letter sent to The Times.<br />
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-51206401805062323302014-02-14T05:05:00.000-08:002015-05-11T02:52:41.911-07:00'The street was a lot grimmer in those days'<b>June Holloway has lived here since she was a child – and she's told us of what life was like in Temple Street in the 1950s. Here's the first part</b><br />
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We arrived in 1954, and my mother having bought this house, no. 20, for £2500. We got a £500 mortgage and my grandmother said at the time 'you'll never get your money back on that'.<br />
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The street was a lot grimmer in those days, the houses weren't painted, they were all the colour of cement. It was only 10 years after the war, and there was paint peeling around the windows, and a lot of brown, dark green, and black, no colour in the street at all. There weren't any flowers outside or anything like that, and we still had the Victorian lamp posts which had been converted from gas. <br />
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The lamp posts had a bar sticking up at the side, and when you got to a certain size as a child, you were tall enough to climb onto it, reach up swing on the bar. That was a sort of rite of passage. Actually there were few children in the street then, just as there still are, it's never been a family type of street, and those that were there didn't play out. <br />
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Thomas Kemp, who owned the land, sold my plot to a sea captain, no 20, and he lived in the house until he died – I think he got a loan from Thomas Kemp in order to build it.<br />
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A MIX OF BUSINESSES IN THE ROAD</h3>
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The three Gothic-style houses at 3,4 and 5 were for the Reverend Gentleman who ran the school which was over in Borough Street, and they also housed the lady who ran the girls' school, and I think No. 5 was a school for the girls, where they could learn to be domestic servants. Renee Shulman, who used to live at number 2, did quite a lot of research on it.<br />
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No 1 was in use as a shop – 25-30 years ago it was a hairdresser's. Karen the hairdresser told me at the time that there was a cellar underneath with a floor with gulleys in it and big hooks in the ceiling – they thought it was probably a butcher's shop and they would have hung the meat there. It was a turf accountant in 1967, and then a hairdresser again - there were all sorts of little businesses coming and going in the street.<br />
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There were two Jewish tailors – Mr Altman, who worked from home at no. 7, and Mr Crook (next door at no 8) who had a business down in Bedford Square - there was a quite a large Jewish community in Hove and the area around in the early years after the War. Cissie Crook was a great character and we'll come to her later.<br />
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No. 41 is a private house now, but was previously part of Inmans, the auctioneers, and before that, an engineering works called Hamiltons – they had a crane and used to take engines in for repair. <br />
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When we moved in back in '54 the corner shop opposite the Temple Bar (formerly Classic Lighting and now the Martlets Charity Shop) used to sell fireplaces - 'fyreplaces' as they called them. They went broke and a shop selling tiles moved in – that would be in the 70s.<br />
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There was an auctioneer's in the street for a long time and they only moved out in 2005. They were called Perry's when I was little, and they sold on to Inmans. They owned no. 35, and they took over Hamilton's the engineering works at 41, so there was an Upper Inmans and a Lower Inmans. They had some very good bargains and we bought a couple of very good pieces of art there, that went for a song. I always used to leave a bid there, rather than bid in person – never brave enough to bid in person I knew I had no self-restraint!<br />
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Sale days were busy and exciting. In those days Brighton was a great antique centre, and there were some very dubious characters. They gathered out in the street before and after to fix prices among themselves. I think it was called a Ring, and it was illegal – very Graham Greene!<br />
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THE SHOPS AT THE TOP OF TEMPLE STREET </h3>
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At the top of the road on Montpelier Place there was a complete parade of shops – an electricians on the top corner, next to that a greengrocers, then a newsagent, next to that there was a junk shop, then there was The Montpelier pub, which is still there now.<br />
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Across from that on the Borough Street corner there was a sweetshop, which also had a little library, next door to that was a delicatessan, then there was a little gap, then on the corner of Norfolk Road there was a dairy, where there's a little grocery shop and off-licence now.<br />
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On the other side was a boot repairers and a butcher's, so you could just go up there and do your shopping, except my Grandma would always insist on going to International Stores and Sainsbury's on Western Road, and have a cup of coffee in Lyon's while we were there.<br />
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In those days, Western Road was still quite Victorian in its way. The Sainsburys was a corridor-style shop, with marble slab counters on both sides, and you queued up for each item. They gave you a little docket, and you went up to a lady in a paybooth at the end. The butter was a big slab, and they chopped bits off, then they did mysterious things with two wooden patters to make it into a square, and wrapped it in greaseproof paper.<br />
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You waited in a series of queues, different ones for the bacon, another queue for the butter...it was still the wartime mentality and people expected to queue up.<br />
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It was just the women who shopped - I used to go out with my grandmother when I was about seven to do her shopping, because there was no fridge, just a larder which was outside on the roof, and a meatsafe with a perforated thing on the side. You'd go out every day with your string bag – it was only the women you'd see out, the men were all at work, and the women were doing their marketing.<br />
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My grandmother never went out without a coat and a hat on, you were respectable when you went out shopping, none of this casual stuff. It was all still very formal, and you addressed your neighbour as 'Mrs So-and-So'– you could live next door to her for 30 years and still call her 'Mrs So-and-So.' <br />
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When my mother died in 1976 she was still calling other people in the street 'Mrs So-and-So'. I suppose it was in the late 70s and early 80s it loosened up...<br />
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MORE TO COME... <br />
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-4198822869919034872014-01-03T05:53:00.001-08:002014-01-03T05:55:03.190-08:00When we weren't even named Temple...Back in the early days of the development of the Street, it wasn't known as Temple Street at all – a map from 1830, just as the street was first being developed, shows it called Bedford Square Road, which was cut in half by Western Road and carried on south to Bedford Square itself. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Early days, and just a small clutch of houses have been built on the East Side of what was to become Temple Street </td></tr>
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<br />Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-19857119939680353552013-10-09T05:01:00.000-07:002015-07-31T05:30:06.058-07:0010 Temple Titbits<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>1 </b></span>The land on which Temple Street was built was previously farmland, and is named after The Temple on
Montpelier Road, home of property developer and politician Thomas Read Kemp
(1782 – 1844). It now houses the Brighton and Hove High School.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">2</span></b> The deeds of the dwellings in the street prevent the
occupants from running a disorderly house (<i>According to Wikipedia: a charge
of keeping a disorderly house is the typical charge against one accused of
maintaining a brothel, and as brothel-keeping is one of the most common causes
for the charge of keeping a disorderly house, "disorderly house" is
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">3 </span></b>At number 12, which had a passage through to Borough
Street, horses were not allowed to be kept. There used to be horses in Borough
Street. People who once lived at number 12 suggested, ‘if you keep our horses,
we could run your disorderly house’. By the 1890s <a href="http://thetemplestreet.blogspot.co.uk/2014/03/a-very-short-cut-to-pub.html" target="_blank">the passage led directly into the Borough Tavern</a>, a small pub that used to trade at 39 Borough Street.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>4 </b>There were a number of
wells in the street. If a householder finds one it has to be reported it to the
council. About 30 years ago, when number 4 was being renovated, a 17th century
well was found under the kitchen floorboards.</span></div>
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historian, at some time during the 19th century, numbers 3, 4 and 5 formed one
establishment used for training female domestic servants under the patronage of
the Queen Dowager (Queen Adelaide </span><span style="font-size: large;">1792–1849). <span class="av">Number 33</span> was the Brighton Refuge for Destitute Females in the 1850s.</span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">6</span> An organ builder lived and
worked at number 3 and was reputed to build his organs in his cellar. Many of the early residents of
Temple Street were dressmakers and milliners.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">7</span> </b>The street also housed a
maker of cricket balls and </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Number 1 was a butchers</span> during the 1920s. The
cellar is sloping to drain off the blood.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>8</b></span> <a href="http://thetemplestreet.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/Enid%20Gray" target="_blank">Enid Gray</a>, the
Street’s eldest resident, whose life story you’ll find on this site, married
into a family that had lived in Temple Street for generations. Her
mother-in-law Winnie Whitlock was born in 1893 at no 46. Her father, William
Mortimer Whitlock was living at 39 Temple St in 1891 (occupation ‘dancing
master’) and in 1901 was a ‘decorative japanner’. Winnie used to go to school
through a twitten opposite 37 Temple Street, to a school in Borough Street (just
up from estate agents Fox and Son and now an office building).</span></span></div>
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shop opposite The Temple Bar, recently vacated by Classical Lighting – after possibly Brighton's longest ever closing down sale – has been
a rather swish car showroom in its time.
It opened up as a branch of Caffynns in 1920. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>10</b></span> There are six Grade II listed buildings in the street– – numbers 2, 29, 3, 4, 5 and 31.</span></div>
Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-56512697166040012282013-08-29T13:33:00.000-07:002015-03-14T15:26:39.407-07:00Sir Donald Sinden and Temple Street<div class="MsoBodyText2">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Times;">Not many
people know about Temple Street’s connection with that suave star of stage and
screen, the late Sir Donald Sinden. Sir Donald* had a letter from 1886 which was
addressed to his great-grandmother at 40 Temple Street.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sir Donald Sinden – a distinguished thespian with many Brighton connections</td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Sarah Sinden (nee Fogg) was born in Hull in 1842. She married Alfred
Sinden and died in Brighton in 1934. Alfred died in 1881 and by 1886 Sarah
had nine children aged between 8 and 20.</span>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Sarah's oldest son, also Alfred Edward (Alfie), was born in 1871
and became the grandfather of the actor Sir Donald Sinden.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The letter was written by John Fogg to
his daughter, Sarah Sinden, in 1886 when she was living at 40 Temple Street,
which was described as a lodging house.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-weight: normal;">‘Someone will wish they had
written oftener…’</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-weight: normal;">Here’s an intriguing extract
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-weight: normal;">"Wish Mother could write,
she would if she could – she is now trying to sweep up the house poor dear
soul. You must write to Emily. She will be glad to get a few lines from any or
all of you. We often wonder you don't write to her. As for me, a poor old man,
it does not matter so much - when I am gone somebody will wish they had written
oftener."</span></i><span lang="EN-US"></span></h1>
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<a href="http://catalogue.communitysites.co.uk/view_a__1_or__862.aspx" target="_blank">Letters in the Attic</a> project</span></div>
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* according to Wikipedia, Sir Donald – 9 October
1923 – 12 September 2014 – made his first stage appearance at the Brighton Little
Theatre (of which he later became President) in January 1941, playing Dudley in
George and Margaret in place of his cousin, Frank, who had been called up to
war and so was unable to appear. In the 1940s in Hove, he befriended<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Alfred_Douglas" target="_blank"> LordAlfred Douglas </a>(known as Bosie), who had been Oscar Wilde's lover. On 23 March
1945, he was one of only two people who attended his funeral.</div>
Gaythorne Silvesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11706864800976869726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560075008736255530.post-20441664116909351842013-08-29T11:41:00.001-07:002013-09-05T10:00:03.743-07:00Temple Street in the 1950s<br />
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{page:Section1</style>Reg and Maud Jinks moved into 3 Temple Street in 1961 – but before that the Walden family lived there. Sisters Terry and
Bonnie Walden recall what it was like to live in Temple Street in those days</h4>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718; font-family: Frutiger-Light; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The Walden family arrived at 3 Temple Street in 1949. There were open
fires in all the rooms and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lincrusta" target="_blank">lincrusta</a> wallpaper in the hall, which the girls
liked to ‘pop’ (like bubblewrap today). All the front doors had canvas curtains
to protect them from the sun in summer. Sisters, </span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718; font-family: Frutiger-Roman; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Terry<b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718; font-family: Frutiger-Light; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">and </span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718; font-family: Frutiger-Roman; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Bonnie<b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718; font-family: Frutiger-Light; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">have vivid memories of living in the street. Their mother bred
budgerigars in an aviary in the backyard and also took in lodgers: two men came
from the Isle of Wight to work as bus drivers and so loved Brighton that when
they returned home, she sent them <i>The Argus </i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718; font-family: Frutiger-Light; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">every week!</span></div>
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woman bred Persian cats. One door up the husband or brother had a dental repair
workshop.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718; font-family: Frutiger-Light; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There was a tailor (Morris and Altman at no 7) half way up with two
daughters. And further up a woman selling terracotta pots (Provence Pots no
21). John Adams at no 41 worked on the <i>Brighton Belle </i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718; font-family: Frutiger-Light; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">and his was the first family in the street to get a
television. The sisters watched the Coronation in 1953 and <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Quatermass_Experiment" target="_blank">The QuatermassExperiment</a> </i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718; font-family: Frutiger-Light; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">on it: television was an
event and curtains were drawn and lemonade and sandwiches served. Ken Witty, a
lifeguard on Brighton beach, lived near the top on the left. Half way up on the
right was some sort of engineering workshop with men wearing green dungarees
(Associate Engineering Ltd, selling motor car components).</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718; font-family: Frutiger-Light; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Entertainment? The girls played all the usual children’s games out on
the street. Of course, the beach was very close by. You could catch a paddle
steamer to the Isle of Wight from the West Pier and go for boat trips in the
fishing boats which pulled up onto the beach. And there were swings in St Ann’s
Wells Park. Ice cream could be bought in a jug from Fortes next to the
Metropole. There was a wonderful toy shop in Preston Street. Terry and Bonnie
had bicycles and went skating at the ice rink in West St. It was a huge event
when Father Christmas came to Plummer Roddis (opposite Waitrose which was then
the Curzon Cinema) and when Princess Elizabeth visited the seafront in 1952.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718; font-family: Frutiger-Light; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Like <a href="http://thetemplestreet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/temple-street-people-enid-gray_28.html" target="_blank">Enid Gray</a>’s daughter Lynne<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>the girls went to Clifton College in Clifton Road. The uniform was green
with yellow braiding and plaid skirts. Mrs Stanley was the head. There was a
big old stove like an Aga on which cocoa would be made in the little bottles of
milk, stood on it to heat up. Then you took your 11+ in St Mary Magdalen’s
school hall. The walk to school took them past a sweetshop at the top of
Victoria St where they initially used ration books to buy penny chews and
sherbet dabs. The Post office was diagonally opposite and next to it a grocers
which delivered every week.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1718; font-family: Frutiger-Light; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Thanks to the <a href="http://www.cmpcaonline.org.uk/" target="_blank">CMPCA </a></span></div>
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