St Albans (Herts). Nostalgia - Health - Business - Police re-tweets. Happy to re-tweet / FB to 10,000 local people. St. Albans resident for 70 years. Raff
When Blundells opened I went in to see what all the fuss was about. I was bewildered. How could one enormous “shop” sell everything? Bread came from the baker, fish from the fishmonger, fruit and veg from the greengrocer. Yet here was this vast emporium defying logic.
@pooroldbird Bold & Burrows was near by but top of Verulam Road, before being Blundell’s it was James Fisk & Son Ltd. Draper & outfitters. Blundell’s was owned by Luton based Blundell Brothers. Actualwas just Henry Blundell. It was common in those days to add brothers, eg like Foster Brother.
In August 1925 Ballito opened in Fleetville. The factory was the first to mass produce silk stockings in the country & between 1925 & 1967. The factory was derelict but still there in 1976 when I bought a house in Woodstock Road. I took the long-distance photo from my bedroom.
Anyone know what happened to these three? Good friends of mine from St Albans - This was taken in my house in 1969. Left to right; Robert Kindleyside, Graham Reed & Vick Ralph
NHS waiting list reduces at last. Terminally Ill Adults (End of Life) Bill is to allow adults aged 18 and over, who have mental capacity, are terminally ill and are in the final six months of their life, to request assistance from a doctor to end their life.
Funny seeing this is the Herts Ad, 28 Jun 1957 - A few days before I moved to Stanhope Road around the corner. There was no flats in Granville Road, now almost no houses, all flats!
It's heartbreaking to see The Rose & Crown in St Michaels in such a state. A place once filled with warmth, laughter, and familiar faces now carries a sense of loss. Seeing them fade or fall into disrepair is a reminder of how much they mean to the fabric of a neighborhood.
@RaffsWisdom I’ve watched people crumble. I can tell you this with absolute certainty: Hope is the last to leave. It doesn’t slam the door. It waits quietly at the edge of your mind, tapping on the glass, even when you’re knee-deep in despair. You don’t lose hope. You leave it behind.