We recently had an email from Bente Dalsbaek who is trying to trace members of her family from when they lived in Palmers Green in the 1970s. Can you help?
I am writing to you in search for information about a Colin Russell Fisher, born in 1929 who lived at89 Lakeside Road, The Larches, Palmers Green in the mid 1950’s for a unknown time period.
I am currently researching for my book about my grandmother, who left for London in the 1950’s to work as a housekeeper and to be with her then later husband Colin Russel Fisher, a merchant seaman, whom she met at one point in Copenhagen.
In Denmark, where I am from, she left behind a son (my father) from a previous marriage. He was no secret in the new marriage, but remained in Copenhagen with his grandmother.
Colin Fisher and my grandmother, Bente Sjogren, returned briefly to Copenhagen to marry in the summer of 1956. Then they returned to London, where they bought a house in The Larches, Palmers Green together with Colin Fisher’s parents as I understand it.
I have some letters from around that time, describing the move and the area. Sometime around 1960 (when my father was around 15) the contact stopped.
I learned from research that my grandmother had died in 1970, aged 45 in Essex. However, it has been difficult to find out what happened in the aprox. ten years between 1960 and until her death. And to locate Colin Russell Fisher, of whom I only have the above mentioned bits and pieces of information.
Perhaps you know somebody who lived on that road in that period of time? Or anyone that you may imagine could know? I know my grandmother at one point started to work in a hospital instead of housekeeping, but I am not sure if it is a local hospital.
I have also contacted the Enfield Walking Team since I found a Colin Fisher on their team, when they broke a world record in 1977. But if it is the right Colin Fisher, I do not yet know.
At the moment I am trying to come as far as I can on the Internet, before I visit the UK and try to walk in my grandmothers footsteps, trying to imagine her life.
I will appreciate any directions you could give. My father, now age 74, is following my research with great interest and I hope to be able to provide him with some answers as well.
Back in 2019, a time capsule was found at Chase Farm Hospital from the days when it was Chase Farm Hospital School, founded to take poor and orphaned children out of the Edmonton workhouse. Here is how it was reported by the BBC.
Its Sunday lunchtime. Probably in winter. From the kitchen, smells of roasting meat and potatoes, bubbling gravy, the windows steaming up. Dad has been pottering around outside in the cold all morning, doing odd jobs but now, while Mum cooks, he is in the living room in his chair in front of the television, still in his baggy green jumper, which is gradually becoming more hole than jumper. The Sunday People is crinkled and pages turned until the familiar tune begins:
Say what you will, the countryside is still
the only place that I can settle down
troubles are so much rarer out of town
Recorded by Max Bygraves in 1956 for the film Charley Moon, it was the original theme tune to Out of Town, a programme which, according to Television and Radio 1978 ‘whether it shows the shoeing of horses, angling or rabbiting, … presents a complete and unsentimental picture of country life in all its aspects.’
Unsentimental I am not so sure, but whether it was fishing for tench, making cart wheels, baskets or floats, putting sheepdogs through their paces, or, the favourite, Appleby Horse Fair, it was gentle and strangely hypnotic and as ‘Sunday’ in the seventies as meat and two veg. And it was Dad’s favourite programme. Perhaps it was awakening the same kinds of feelings as it did with Dad in homes up and down the country, people whose lives had moved away from their beginnings and now worked in offices, but who treasured the fields and pastures and the skills you needed to make a living from them.
Dad wasn’t a countryman as such, though he grew up in the country (son of an oft time farm worker and bringer home of rabbits and pheasants that might not strictly have belonged to him) and has always loved its ways and traditions. And neither, strictly speaking, at least to begin with, was its presenter, the pipe puffing Jack Hargreaves, who, you have guessed it, was born in Palmers Green in 1911.
The Hargreaves family were originally from Huddersfield, where father James Hargreaves established his business first as a commercial traveller and ultimately as a wool manufacturer. The Hargreaves’ were not short of a bob or two, and James and his milliner wife Ada set up a second home in London so as to be nearer business contacts and better healthcare and prospects before starting their family. By 1908, when they had their first son Ronald, later an eminent doctor, they were living in Eaton Park Road but by 1911 they had set up home at 48 Fox Lane. It was there that John Herbert (Jack) was born on 31 December.
Jack had a difficult childhood. He was spirited and rebellious and unable to get along with his father, eventually resulting in an unsatisfactory and inconclusive trip to a psychiatrist. But life began to improve when his mother arranged for him to have a holiday with family friends the Pargeters at Burston Hill Farm near Aylesbury. Jack enjoyed the rough and ready country life, hunting, shooting and fishing and the farm became his second home. Back in London, knuckling down to school at Merchant Taylors proved a rude awakening but he was still able to gain a place at Kings College to study veterinary science before disaster struck: a collapse in James Hargreaves’ business and Jack’s plans to marry meant that Jack had to abandon his studies and get a job – writing advertising copy for Spratts Dob Biscuits at Unilever before moving into the theatre, variety and then radio and finally TV.
In his biography of Jack, writer and colleague Paul Peacock notes that though many people would assume that Jack found fame in the 60s and 70s, he first achieved recognition before the second world war at the Independent Broadcasting Company where he was head of Universal Programme Productions, twinning revenue opportunities for products like Horlicks with broadcast output. All through his time at IBC he also managed key accounts for a number of large companies, though Peacock says that there were the occasional blips – like having to pull an entire newspaper print run carrying one of Jack’s ads which innocently announced ‘the biggest development you’ll ever see in trousers’.
After the war Jack edited the magazines Lilliput and Picture Post, before being recruited by the National Farmers Union to set up a new information department. It was a journey to Southern Television to give them a piece of his mind about an inaccurate programme on meat marketing that gave him his next big break, headhunted by top man Roy Rich to become programme maker and controller of a new production, Farm in the South. An extra curricular fishing trip with the cameraman led to Out of Town’s predecessor Gone Fishing in the 1960s and the rest, as they say, is history.
By then of course, Jack was long gone from Palmers Green, and truth be told, was probably little ever here, though in his day Palmers Green was still being built and there were still some fields to roam north of Bourne Hill. But he was ever present in our living rooms in Out of Town and in the children’s programme he devised and presented with Fred Dineage ‘How!’ which ran until 1981.
For my Dad, Out of Town only got better when the theme changed from Max Bygraves to the lovely ‘Improvisacion, A Granada, Cantiga Arabe’ written by the Spanish composer Francisco Elxes Torrega. A clip of shire horses gently nodding along pulling a plough and that music, a little slice of country life, and then Sunday lunch. Good times eh Dad?.
Nicholas Parsons and Steven Berkoff are among the latest stars who have trod the Intimate’s boards and are now calling for the theatre to be saved.
Speaking to The Stage this week, Parsons said
It would be so sad to see the Intimate Theatre disappear as many artists learned their trade there, perfecting their craft, not only in acting but also how ‘to walk a stage’, as they say.”
Berkoff was characteristically more direct
“In the past 20 or more years, we have lost hundreds of libraries, score upon score of theatres, endless lido swimming pools, and the reason always given is to build yet more soul-destroying rabbit hutches.”
Over 2000 people have now signed a petition asking St Monica’s church, who own the property, to reconsider. See https://you.38degrees.org.uk/petitions/save-the-intimate-theatre-palmers-green.
So many people have fond memories of where they went to school. This is a guest blog from an ex student of Franklin House boys preparatory school in Palmerston Road. According to British History Online, the school began its life in Wood Green in 1897 before moving to Frankfort House in Palmerston Road 1901. There were nearly 140 boys by 1973.
Does this trigger a memory? Let us know …
There is more about Andrew Ray, 10 year old star of 1950’s The Mudlark, on the website andrewray.co.uk, including this great article by his son on the relationship between Andrew and his father, the comic and local resident Ted Ray.
Bowes Park is an interesting district of North London ‘twixt Wood Green and Palmer’s Green, its name a link to the late Queen Mother’s family, which had sold land in the district as building spread in the second half of the 19th Century. Palmerston was the Tory PM of the day, while the building developer had been Alderman Sidney, hence Sidney Avenue & Sidney Road within the district.
FHS was run by Mr JP Hope whose wife ran the kitchen with her own mother, Mrs Shiplake and one afternoon a week after school, she also ran the uniform shop. The Hope’s house was to one side with a magnificent chestnut tree in the back garden, on the other was the Christian Science Reading Room while across the back flowed the New River from Enfield in towards London. Its banks always had luxuriant verdant edges. The Fourth & Fifth forms were housed in a large, green corrugated-iron clad hut adjoining the New River boundary.
Outside the school gates was a red post box and some 5 minutes walk down Kelvin Avenue along Green Lanes was the celebrated Dom’s Snack Bar, Maxwell Miel an estate agent, ‘Jay House’, Pitman’s College and the Bus Stops for the 29, 29A buses for Southgate, Cockfosters & Oakwood and the 279 for Winchmore Hill, a route that had been a trolley bus line until such elegant vehicles were banished in perhaps 1961 by red petrol buses.
Wednesday afternoon were given over to Sports at Tottenhall Road, occasionally at Broomfield Park. School attendance was also required in the church hall on Saturday mornings for Drill sessions and human pyramid exercises led by Mr Hawtin, a retired-PTI who still terrified one or two fathers who had known him before the war. Mr Hawtin also offered swimming lessons at the Wood Green pool although demand for these sessions was, surprisingly, not keen.
One pupil was Andrew Ray (1940-03), son of the comedian and violin player Ted Ray who became a child star. His brother was Robin Ray, the star of BBC TV’s ‘Face the Music” who may also have attended FHS. Many boys went on to Highgate or other local schools.