T.L. Morrisey

Showing posts with label my grandfather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my grandfather. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 29, 2026

My grandfather's home at 2217 Hampton Avenue, 28 July 2011

Door on left is 2217 Hampton Avenue 

This was where my maternal grandparents John Parker and Bessie Chew, lived from around the late 1930s to 1965. My grandparents were originally from Blackburn, Lancashire, England.


My Uncle John and Auntie Muriel lived in the 
upper flat; that is, my grandfather’s son and
his family. 


This is the lane behind my grandfather's home on  Hampton Avenue



 

Tuesday, May 2, 2023

The Shovel

 

At 2217 Hampton Avenue, around 1953

Not long ago I wrote about my grandfather, who was a fireman, and about a steel fire department shovel of his that I was given after he died. The photo above was taken outside of my grandfather's Hampton Avenue home, I am on the left, my brother is on the right. Perhaps I was three years old and not necessarily the lovely child I thought I was; around this time I dropped lighted matches in my grandfather's mail box, just behind where I am standing on the front steps to his home. My grandfather was a fireman and what do I do? I set on fire the curtains just above his mail box. Meanwhile, upstairs from my grandfather's flat was the flat of my Uncle John and Auntie Muriel; one day we were visiting them and seeing a large and difficult jig saw puzzle that my aunt had just completed I wondered how strongly it was held together, pulling two sides of the puzzle, the jig saw puzzle fell apart; this is minor compared to the fire incident, but it didn't go over very well. No wonder the young are parents, only the young have patience needed to deal with children.