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What happened to the old Bow Station and the Bow Palais

What happened to the old Bow Station and the Bow Palais

The old Bow Station was a grand affair. The type of building, which if it was still there, today would have been compared with the likes of St. Pancras and widely acclaimed as a great example of Victorian architecture. Instead, the space once occupied by this formerly grand building is taken by the car park of an Enterprise car hire firm. The offices of the hire firm being an uninspiring prefab…

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Thefts of defibrillators - London

Thefts of defibrillators – London

British Transport Police officers are releasing images of a man following a series of thefts of defibrillators across London stations. The incidents have occurred at: Loughton rail station on 2 April at 3pm Woodford rail station on 5 April at 12.55am Stratford rail station on 2 April at 10.15pm Bow Road rail station on 2 April at 1pm Leytonstone rail station on 5  April at 5.40am The man, on…

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For 45 years my Dad lived at 50 Bow Road.

good house, intimate place built by our family, my Dad the master carpenter, salt air at the edge of every room.

held memories and promises, sorrows and dreams, and four books he wrote,

carnival glass, tea cups, quail, fights and kisses, photos fading, reloading press, coins, turkeys, books and decoys, the echoes of holidays, and two good dogs buried in the back yard.

the house held my mother as she died with all of us around her…

held my struggles and my brothers’ to find our way,  gave my niece a first Cape home.

had stairs that we ran up and down and I fell up and down…

bad poetry in the attic along with the field mice, dungeons and dragon ephemera and dog tags from a WW 2 vet and a MASH nurse who served in the Korean war…

my Dad’s whistling every morning  will echo for decades…

I went home for the last time last week…down at the end of a dirt road, a round-a-round, three houses, a brother, sister and cousin found this spot to build upon with an optimism born of the 50’s and 60’s… and a cottage to hold them till new houses were built

now my Dad-the last of that generation, has come to the time to move on taking memories and paintings, photos, and tables and chairs to new homes, creating new memories.  I am proud that he made the call, affirming life.

thanks old house, you held us well…now it’s time for your next chapter.

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these are the last group of photos I took, details catching my eye as I said goodbye.

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a final salute with one of my favorite Miranda Lambert songs, “The House That Built Me”.

Goodbye Bow Rd For 45 years my Dad lived at 50 Bow Road. good house, intimate place built by our family, my Dad the master carpenter, salt air at the edge of every room.

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Morgan Tuesdays!

Hey guys thinking of you have a nice MT tomorrow. xx

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Weed, The East End

London in the 18th century was sharply divided between the gentry of Westminster and the squalor of the East End. Those dwelling within the peel of Bow’s bells would often be more than a foot shorter than their Western contemporaries due to malnutrition. Their life expectancies were decades shorter. Yet the characters to be found in the East End are priceless.

Nessa runs the herb bazaar of the Bow Road market and earns an honest living for herself as an independent merchant. This would be an impossibility for women born into the aristocracy, where ladies were beholden first to their fathers and then to their husbands. Ethnic minorities would also have found a home in the East: hardy travellers like Issa, caravanning along the trade routes from Asia and through Europe. Old Cao, the proprietor of an Opium den and purveyor of Eastern wisdom would have found Chinese compatriots in Limehouse with whom to practise taijiquan in the morning.

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