Every now and again I do a memory post – something from my past. This is one of a sequence of posts about houses that I lived in.
The West End of Leicester was developed around about the 1900s when affordable housing was required to provide accommodation for the workers in the booming footwear and hosiery industries in the city.
The land was acquired from a wealthy protestant landowner who had some residual say in the naming of the streets – Luther, Latimer, Ridley, Cranmer and Tyndale, all sixteenth century Protestant martyrs. The area is predictably called the Martyrs and the Church of the Martyrs stands nearby.
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Posted in Age of Innocence, Childhood, Growing up in the 1950s, History, United Kingdom
Tagged Culture, History, Leicester, Life, Martyrs Area Leicester, Tyndale Street Leicester, William Tyndale
March 27th is a very special day to me because in 1932 that was the day that my dad, Ivan Petcher was born.
He was the sort of man that you hope to be like when you grow up and then wish you had been like when you are old.
He is gone now but this is one of my stories about him…
Who remembers the first house they ever lived in?
My parents were married in 1953 and around the same time dad was appointed to a job as a clerk with Leicestershire County Council. They moved from living in Catford in South London with my mother’s family to a house in Una Avenue in Leicester where they lived with my dad’s grandmother, Lillian. Shortly after that my mother was pregnant and I was on the way. I was born the following year and lived my first few months in that house.
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