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March 7,

In 1988,

Anti-terrorism

The Israeli police rescued eight Israeli civilians held by terrorists on a bus near Dimona. Nowadays

The organization is known for the arduous and arduous tasks performed in the seemingly endless fight against terrorism, and is highly respected. But the drizzle in March was the first time in the desert

A classic hostage rescue mission has been performed, and its success has made the unit famous from a relatively unknown world. I am a member of the rescue team.

That day

one year later

During the attack and rescue of the mother bus, a memorial service was held for the three employees of the Nuclear Research Institute (Victor Ram, Rina Shiratzky and Miriam Ben-Yair) who died. It was held in a large auditorium in Beersheva, where many people gathered-family members, colleagues, and others related to the institute and its work. A senior police officer

The host said that David Kraus was invited to speak as a representative of the police, "The police are executed by those people." However, as far as I know, no members of the official rescue team were present. formal.

In fact, one of the rescuers was there. Israel is Israel, "really." One of my uncles is the head of the institute's welfare department. He thinks it makes sense for some rescued hostages to meet at least one rescuer. I'm no longer

By this time, my attendance was purely personal. Few people know, and of course no one has announced this. Therefore, I was smuggled and had to pay tribute to the people who died that day. And got to know some people I helped rescue.

A series of fate made me publicly kidnapped as one of the hostages. Back to mine

A few days before my marriage, I shared an apartment with an old friend Zaq in a town near Jerusalem. The day after the rescue, Zach called me on the way to work. Zaq knew that I was making a living and what I did the day before. He asked me if I had rescued a woman in a turquoise sweater when I got off the bus. I told him I did, but how did he know? He said that he picked up the newspaper at a stall at the Central Bus Station in Jerusalem, and there was a picture of this woman and me on the front page of Reuters.

, Is one of the big daily newspapers. I was shocked-our identities were originally secret!

Zaq told me not to worry, the paper struck a thick black line on my eye. But how did he know me? Obviously, my blond mustache is a great gift. Therefore, although my friends know what I did that day, no one else knows. Reflecting on it, I think it's not that bad situation at all.

My uncle knows. He told me that the woman who saw me holding my hand on the front page of Israel's most popular newspaper was Ronit. She lives in Omer and she wants to see me. After the memorial ceremony, my uncle took me to Omer to meet Ronit and Rachel Matza, another hostage who was rescued in Rachel's house. The three of us were relaxing in Rachel's living room, drinking coffee and chatting.

I don’t remember much, but I do remember what Ronnett and Rachel told me about rescue work. It's like thunder and lightning. They said they heard a quick shot, and then there was a brief panic, and suddenly there were "soldiers" everywhere. Of course, this should be the case. Totally pleasantly surprised.

As for my own opinion? This is it.

Monday, March 7, 1988, was a rare morning.

Base, "somewhere in the middle of the country". All the personnel in the 3rd unit of our army sniffed on our bed. We all got up the night before and enjoyed the Puim Festival party in this unit. The party is not a grand gathering, that is not our style, anyway, there are two troops on standby and overnight at the base. Instead, all members of the department, as well as their wives and girlfriends, participated in an inter-unit comedy sketching competition.

However, our planned bed rest activity that Monday morning was interrupted by the harsh sound of the base emergency alarm bell. When those bells ring, you will get dressed as soon as possible and go straight to the van. This is an operation that you don't need to think about, it's just another exercise. You don’t have to worry about brushing your teeth or using deodorant – expect your next customer to not be too angry about your bathroom. And, you don’t have to worry about briefings – you can get briefings via the radio whenever you arrive in an emergency. The important thing is: get on the road as soon as possible.

The van we use is an aging Dodge Ram. They haven't completely collapsed yet, but, too often, people will refuse to start, and all of us must go out and push things forward. Their replacement, GMC, has already been ordered, but at the same time, we have to endure. Murphy's Law states that on this day,

The rams of our troops, I believe,

The Rams of the army decided not to start. Everyone got off the horse and started the rams, and after a few minutes, we looked more like Keystone Kops instead of boasting

Special Anti-Terrorism Unit.

Soon all the engines are running and we are moving forward. Someone yelled that we were shorter, and the drama followed.

I haven't slept like the rest of us, but have been running for a while and haven't come back. It's not surprising. Danny is an immigrant from the former Soviet Union and a fitness fanatic. We are all very suitable-this is a job requirement-but he takes adaptability to the next level. No matter how late he goes to bed, he will never miss the scheduled exercise plan. He has won the Judo championship in Russia and has served in IDF

. He is the most type A person I have ever seen. People are upset about waking him up in the morning because he often reacts by physically attacking you. When it's my turn, I stab him with a broom to keep him in range. He had been disciplined in the army. When I asked him what was going on, he replied with one word, "violence." When he was actually awake, we got along well. He is very smart and good at reading. We found him running on a road near the base, his team tied him to their Ram, and we all left.

Sam

Through the radio, we quickly understood the meaning of flaps. Some terrorists crossed the Egyptian border from the Sinai Desert, hijacked cars, and were in remote places in the south. Obstacles are being erected, but there is currently no way to explain how the situation will develop.

Charlie Chelouche was sitting in the commander's chair of my van. He came from a sleepy Moshav from the north, always in my

He studied in 1986. He combines deep friendliness and sharpness with excellent combat skills and is regarded as the leader of the future. I often act as his deputy, which means we work a lot together. He used to idolize singer Shlomo Artzi. No matter where we drive, we are playing specific Shlomo Artzi tapes, so much so that we joked that the tape player can play all the songs on its own without the tape. But there is no Shlomo Artzi now. Charlie is busy broadcasting, trying to get as much information as possible.

With me is my roommate ItzikP. He is from Sderot. He grew up with his friend Rafi C. and joined

Together, all of us including Charlie (Charlie) are together

course. He is another fitness fanatic, running around. If we had to walk a few kilometers, he would often take off his shorts and ran, while the rest of us got in a truck. He has the physique of a male model. With all the masculinity, he has strong empathy and great sensitivity. He makes me very frustrated because he has been working hard to make a plan to beat the national lottery and win the grand prize. He is a very acclaimed operator and one of my closest friends.

Our driver is my third roommate, AviD from Rehovot. He is tall and dark, very talkative, and amiable. Avi likes to drive, he will seize every opportunity to grab the steering wheel. He is also a motorcycle fanatic. Just the previous year, he owned a shiny Kawasaki 500cc bike and collided head-on with the car. He himself was thrown into a nearby wheat field, and it took the emergency rescue team half an hour to arrive

he! Miraculously, only a few broken vertebrae were left when he escaped, but there was no spinal cord injury, and six weeks later, he was back to work. Then, he withdrew the insurance money from the total Kawasaki 500 and bought Kawasaki 1000 for himself! Well, of course! If you fail to kill yourself with Kawasaki 500, then you will double the size of the engine and thus double the chance! Some of us want to put life insurance on him, and we ourselves are called beneficiaries. I think about seven of us are interested in this "investment". We thought of money in the bank. However, before our plan was realized, Avi's brand new bicycle was stolen from outside his apartment.

Bicycle is

Insured.

Therefore, Avi is alive (he is still alive today) and all of us are still poor.

Despite this, Avi was an amazing driver and performed well that day. When we were in rush hour traffic in Beersheva, the lights flickered and police sirens sounded. He drove like a bicycle, weaving and hiding, and found a space between us that did not exist. At that critical moment, he was the correct driver.

By this time, the situation had changed. We were told that the terrorists hijacked a "tour bus" near the Arro junction south of Dimona and took hostages. Now very classic

jobs.

(We only discovered the actual situation later. Near Nafka prison, terrorists ambushed a car with

They are participating in an orienteering competition. Those unarmed soldiers can escape from the car and avoid terrorist attacks. The terrorist drove into the car. Senior officials among the five people sounded the alarm. The police set up some roadblocks, but the terrorists shot through at least one of them. In the end, they encountered a roadblock consisting of a semi-trailer truck used by the police to block the road.

The bus took the workers to the Nuclear Research Institute in Dimona. The bus was specially arranged for the parents’ employees, who had to take their children to school, so they left Birseva after eight in the morning. Except for the passengers, most of the passengers are mothers, a widow named Victor Ram (Victor Ram). The terrorist jumped out of the car frantically and ran to the bus. Fortunately, the bus driver has opened well. He noted what had happened, immediately opened the door and yelled for everyone to run. Many passengers were able to escape, but ten women and Victor Ram were trapped by terrorists on the bus. )

After Beer Sheva, we continued south along the desert road. Once, I looked to the western window and found at least one Air Force CH-53 Seahorse

The helicopter flew parallel to us, very low. "Oh, look over there," I said to the team. "its

. "I'm not sure that is

(This is the “Reconnaissance Unit of the General Staff”). It is the Army’s Hostage Rescue Unit (HRU), but considering the height and heading of the chopper and

You can easily use the helicopter lift function. It turned out that I was right.

The relationship between

with

Is a complicated one.

It used to be and is now the main special operations force of the Army. Undoubtedly, these people were selected from the most physically robust and psychologically indestructible candidates, and they all came to the induction training center

The soldiers belong to their own class. They have played an outstanding role in strategic reconnaissance and special missions behind enemy lines, and because of their unparalleled quality of personnel, they have traditionally been the first choice for hostage rescue missions by the authorities.

But their performance in the hostage rescue has a mixed record. On the one hand, they were responsible for the imaginative Sabena 571 takeoff at Lod Airport in May 1972 (Benjamin Netanyahu and Ehud Barak participated in the aircraft). It's hard to believe that until they arrived at the airport that day, they had never actually landed a plane, but they were masters of improvisation. Of course, no one will forget the success of Operation Thunder on July 3-4, 1976

Agents, with the support of other support units, rescued Israeli hostages in Entebbe, a hostile territory more than 2,000 miles away from their homes. The creativity and courage of planners turned impossible into feasible, and the skills and quick thinking of field operators turned early mistakes into excellent results.

But things are not always smooth sailing. In May 1974, three Palestinian terrorists who entered Israel from southern Lebanon carried out homicidal atrocities in Ma'alot, and finally entered the Netiv Meir school and hijacked 115 Hostage-High school students from Safed travel with their teacher in a school.

The terrorist’s attempt to step down has lost the surprising key element. The terrorist has time to kill 22 high school students and 3 adults, and blow them up before the other 50 hostages are killed. The success of hostage rescue missions is always in the lead, which is why military personnel around the world only assign the best personnel to try them, so be careful when judging failure. However, I think that the observation plan and execution are flawed and not too harsh. The public is upset, and policymakers want to show that they are doing everything they can to avoid another Marot incident.

therefore,

It's brought up. The idea is to create an expert group composed of professional professionals as the takeover department for any future hostage incidents. Administratively, the logical location of such units is the border guards, paramilitary armed forces or

The Israeli police have hired professional paramilitary police officers to assume non-command and active roles. In the Israel Defense Forces, long-serving permanent personnel are officials, or staff members or warrant officers at the service desk. There are no professional private soldiers. But the border guards have professional combatants who are forty years old.

In theory, that's all. of

It was still the nestling force. In 1975, there was no terrorist hostage taking at the Savoy Hotel. Later, Misgav Am did not participate in 1980.

The first real chance was in April 1984, in a little-known place in the Gaza Strip called Deir el-Balah. This event is recognized as a Bus 300 event.

Since long after the rescue was completed, the extrajudicial executions killed two living terrorists, the "Bus 300 Incident" achieved an extraordinary performance. This incident caused a national media storm. At the same time, another aspect of this matter

And its agents.

Four terrorist hijackers armed with knives and a suitcase with improvised explosive devices took control of the No. 300 bus that departed from Tel Aviv to Ashkelon at 7:30 in the evening. They ordered the driver to go to the Egyptian border. After a fierce chase and gun battle, the bus was finally crippled in the Palestinian refugee camp Deir el-Balah.

of

It was the first qualified force deployed on the scene. indeed,

Earlier in the day, the three assault troops had been practicing getting off the bus! It was night time,

Operators can deploy close to the bus and prepare to remove it. Confidence is high. of

Having relied heavily on the heavy use of snipers, several snipers were deployed in Deir el-Balah and reported that they aimed at the target. of

The commander is convinced that the whole incident can be ended with a one-word command and a sniper salvo (of course, it must be supported by a full-scale attack, but this is only to confirm that the sniper has successfully brought four terrorists).

However, the police declared the area a closed military zone and transferred responsibility to the army. I don’t know who the army commander is, but later explained to us that although he knew there was

And what his mission should be, he was not familiar with the capabilities of the unit, nor did he understand any of its personnel.

He ordered

Stand down

Took over the rescue mission. Two of the four terrorists and one hostage were killed by gunfire from rescuers, and the other two terrorists were captured. with

The guy stood by, helpless.

After years of training and preparation, in such a moment, the first real opportunity to perform the disassembly was robbed, which caused great pain among many people.

Agent. Some people have to hand over certain items from their dedicated kits, which makes the facts even more disappointing.

Operators so that they can execute their own operation plan. The feeling at the time was: If they don't even have this toolkit, how can they be better prepared for this kind of rescue than us?

Some people decide to be there and then resign instead of extending the contract and feel

Will never be assigned a real delisting. But others, including the army's orders, did not give up. They are determined to invest in large-scale public relations activities to persuade various decision makers and stakeholders,

It is a world-class unit, and it can and should be entrusted to resolve any family hostage issues.

It was in the middle of this public relations event that I joined this department. When my course ended in November 1986, almost all the graduates joined Unit 3 under the command of Inspector Aharon Eksol. With curly hair and almost always grinning, Eksol is humorous and grandiose. He is the new army leader just like us, but he has a lot of experience and has been with us in most of our training. Everyone has confidence in him.

There are only three members of the army: army sergeant Izik A. And two army engineers Y. and Sassen Murdoch. In the end, Murdoch became a sergeant. Engineers used to use their skills to lure others' property to entertain themselves. Put the detonator on the toilet seat in various places, in the cigarette, and under the bed. One of the speakers-I think Mordoch-once had a "hate" with one of the members, Yosi. When Jussi opened the cupboard in the room, he put down a small detonator. Yosi fought back by sticking the boots of the glue gun to the floor while asleep. Then, the engineer began to take time. On a quiet day, he hid the lightning that was detonated by electricity in the mud near Yosi's car and installed it on the car's cabin lighting device. When Yosi went out to put things in the car, he didn't notice that half of the guys were looking at the gate, giggling like a girl. He opened the trunk and arms of the car! Yosi jumped out of his skin, and the dispute was over. Pranks aside, Mordoch III is the life and soul of the party, and it is also the supreme profession.

Then, we entered the standard training cycle and were interrupted by frequent operations, of which only a few messages were public. Many of these operations were secret raids or intelligence gatherings carried out on the territory, missions of this kind that became widely known on TV programs a few years later

. indeed,

Pioneering many undercover techniques, usually assigned to the most difficult and dangerous undercover tasks. I believe it is still the case today.

Of course, there is another promise: ability demonstration. As part of an intense public relations campaign,

The troops often demonstrate capabilities to government ministers, politicians, army commanders, police commanders, and other members of security agencies. These demonstrations involve showing guests the various functions of the unit. Technical demonstrations include sniper, close-range shooting, physical fitness, abseiling, demolition and many other skills and abilities. The culmination of the best presentation is usually a full-scale demolition exercise, with some visitors acting as hostages, while others viewing the procedure from the perspective of agents and commanders.

Although these demonstrations are not much different from normal training exercises in many ways, after a while, they become a joke. Some operators showed a cynical attitude and began to mention

Known as "theatre unit". Yaakov BG immigrants from France joined our troops at this time. Before joining IDF paratroopers, he served as an officer in the French army, teaching guerrilla warfare to legionaries. He is an avid climber and diver, and a natural prankster, so he fits the unit’s culture very well. He has an unusual handlebar beard that makes him look more French than the French. In one of these demonstrations, sometimes we would lie at a takeoff point for a simulated takeoff, and he would grin under that beard. , And then blinked. We then said in a cruel French accent:

", can be roughly translated as "all fakes" or "this is all a joke". It is always funny. Some guys mockingly said that we should add a stage to the removal training, in this stage, we will jump Hand over to

. That's not funny at all. but

? That makes us laugh every time. This became the unofficial motto of our troops.

It's hard to tell whether the demonstration helps. As we headed south, I saw the seahorse disappearing on the horizon in the direction of Dimona. This is anyone's guessing which unit should be selected for takeoff. Who will deploy this operation first? Even if we do deploy first, do we have to hand over the operation to

anyway? We don't know Avi keeps going.

Soon after we reached the Aro'er junction, we drove to a place only a few hundred meters from the target, just out of sight.

We were very anxious when we jumped out of the ram and ran back to pick up the bag with our personal gear bag. I rummaged through my site and decided what to eat. Despite the theory about what kits are needed, operators can order additional items, or if they order them themselves, or if they feel that the situation might come in handy in this way, these additional kits can be conveniently used.

The top priority is weapons, and the basic firearm for bus disassembly is a pistol. This is because once you are close to the bus or actually on the bus, the range is very short, and the pistol is an ideal weapon in a confined space. The buses are about 12 meters long and each

Trained operators can hit small targets in this range and even shoot with one hand. Indeed, the first thing

The training is a three-week intensive pistol course. There is a lot of competition among operators to understand who is the most skilled pistol. In the public mind

Surgical personnel are usually associated with a high level of pistol ability. We obtained the 9mm old Browning GP35 (after obtaining the first manufacturing license at the factory in Belgium, it was called Israel's "FN"). Browning was the gold standard for service pistols at the time, just like Glock is today, even though the design has a history of more than fifty years. They are not in our school bags, because we must carry them at all times, except when exercising. I want to know if Danny K. managed to bring him on.

The Uzi submachine gun is the standard main weapon (except for detachable buses). All of us got regular Uzis, these Uzis are equipped with outdated wooden pallets instead of more modern foldable metal pallets because they make less noise. Since all of us are trained so that we can go straight to someone in a dark room without hearing any sound, this is very wise.

In addition to the regular Uzis, we have just acquired the new Mini-Uzi. Mini-Uzi is a compact version of its big brother, with a simpler and quieter folding frame. It has a high cycle rate during automatic shooting, but we are trained to only use semi-automatic shooting with precise single shots. Some agents put their

I didn't expect to need it, but

Each operator’s bag contains a variety of weapons and other items, some of which are very peculiar, such as mufflers, target lighting systems, etc. These improvements have no value in the demolition of the bus during the day, we just left all these things behind.

For the protective kit, we all have helmets and soft armor. I am one of the few operators who have been assigned an additional ceramic armored vest, if I find it useful, I can get instructions to try. Soft body armor is only effective for stopping low-speed ammunition, such as ammunition fired from a pistol. Ceramic armor can reliably stop all 7.62mm NATO ammunition. Therefore, Soviet Kalashnikov’s 7.62mm bullet is slower and slightly lighter. This is a trouble I imagined terrorists would not encounter. I think, yes, we are going to face the bad guys who use AK, and you will never find a better time to try ceramic vests. It is bulky and clumsy, but I didn’t expect it to run too far, so I put it on, stuffed my Browning into the one-piece holster of the vest, and put a few spare Uzi magazines and a The stunned grenade was pushed into its pouch. . I brought a camouflage net, which is also the standard for bus demolition, and then I and Eksol participated in the "Immediate Action" (IA) briefing with other members of the unit on his command jeep.

After the HRU arrives on site, two disassembly plans need to be processed in parallel. One plan is a deliberate choice. The plan assumes that troops have enough time to gather intelligence and check the approach route, and sometimes it may be necessary for operators to train on similar targets nearby. Once ready, the commander of the unit will initiate a deliberate selection at the best moment. The other is the IA plan. If terrorists decide to end the game and start killing hostages, the IA plan will be triggered. Since this can happen at any time, an IA plan must be made immediately after the troops arrive on the scene, and agents need to be deployed immediately. Over time, the incoming intelligence will be used to refine the IA plan and provide critical data for careful selection in development.

When the target is a building or similar complex structure, deliberate choices may involve various improvements, such as concealment methods, hoisting from the roof, carefully designed distractions, etc. On the other hand, the initial IA plan for any goal is simple and usually only involves specifying which teams go to which entrance, assigning the fastest approach route, and defining the goals of each team in the target building. If the target is a bus, the difference between the IA plan and the deliberate choice will be much more subtle, because all buses are almost the same, and it is fairly standard to drill into the bus and take away terrorists.

Eksol quickly turned to us for help. The target bus is on the main road, which is approximately in the northwest to southeast direction, several hundred meters southeast of the intersection, facing the southeast direction. A force will raid from each side of the bus. Eksol’s Unit 3 was assigned to the southwest side of the bus, including violation of door regulations, while Inspector Avshalom Peled’s Unit 1 was assigned to the northeast. When the agents of Unit 2 arrive from home, they can be assigned to one of the deployed units. Eksol just created temporary teams and assigned each team to a different part of the bus. Because we know all these exercises instinctively, he doesn't need to say anything else.

During the conversation, Chief Inspector Menashe Arbiv arrived at the scene. We call him "Menash". He used to be my course commander and he impressed me deeply. he is

There is no doubt that he is very witty and possesses great courage. He is short in stature but has a big personality, but he has the rough face of a veteran. Although he is a senior employee of Eksol, as a unit employee-he is a research and development officer-he is not a member of the Third Army, but joins us as a super editor. Eksol assigned him to command the front door team, and I was one of the attackers of that team.

Rahaf

The hijacked bus is at the end of a shallow road, which means that we can approach it from the southwest without being observed from inside the bus. Unit 1’s method is more difficult, because on their side, the cutting ends exactly flush with the back of the bus, and the terrorists’ vision is better. If the bus goes fifty meters to the south, the terrorists inside will see the surrounding terrain within a few hundred meters

Instructions. This will make our method more difficult. There are some techniques that can be attacked even in this case, but the risk is higher. With the bus, Avshi's Unit 1 can be reasonably close to the back of the bus, but that is dodge. The personnel of our No. 3 unit may be very close to the side of the bus without being seen.

But the closer we get, the more difficult it is to look up and see what is happening. There are no leaves or other coverings, only the slope of the terrain and the rows of rocks at the cutting edge. In addition, due to the lack of good cover, snipers deployed on both sides of the bus with two assault troops will find it difficult to establish. As a result, three snipers hid themselves under a police jeep on the main road about a hundred meters southeast of the bus, and could see its length from the windshield. Others, especially Unit 1 in the northeast, can also be deployed and seen.

Before we start the final crawling method, we allocate the buses as close to the bus as possible. Once again, since these exercises have been fully drilled, he only needs to say a few words to each operator to know exactly what his mission is. Menash looked at me and said, "Mark, because you have a ceramic vest, you are the key person in the door." I didn't expect that choosing a ceramic vest would prepare me for the most dangerous job, so for a while I felt Surprised. But then I thought, that's good. This is the purpose of my registration. I know what to do. I know that if we do get the order, we will win.

On the east side of the road, Avshi's Unit 1 was ready just like us, and one of the bosses, Doron M., was in trouble. Duolun graduated from my own school

Of course he joined the K-9 force later

They have their own dogs and dog handlers, and they are cross-attached to the attacking troops. Doron is now assigned to work with Avshi's men. I don't know where his dogs are, but we usually don't use them when getting off the bus, so Doren is just another attacker. Doron is a serious person with a gentle manner, which conceals the fact that he is a real martial arts expert. This is what he said in a unit composed of people trained in martial arts. Many members of my course got married early in the service, and I believe Duolun is the first of us to do this. After the Puim festival party the day before, Doron felt very tired. Even though he felt that he needed to go to the bathroom urgently, he fell on the bed. Doron. The next morning, he didn't have a chance to find the relief he wanted because we were all awakened by the alarm bell, which made us climb to the ram and climb south. He suffered throughout the journey.

Unit 1 has been deployed and crawled as close to the target as possible without being exposed. Now that Doron was lying on the hard sand waiting in the long drizzle, Doron could no longer postpone his impulse. He put down his pants and did what he had to do. At a certain moment, the operator was recalled some methods to obtain some final information. When they start to return to the original jump position, the terrorists’ alertness increases, which means that they must maintain a lower level than ever before, and in the flat terrain without features, they are not sure of their exactness. Location bus. Regardless of. Doron's pungent poop provided them with a perfect location mark, and they redeployed in the correct location.

At the same time, the kitten of our No. 3 unit crawled near the edge of the mowing. There is a large rock, about 80 cm high and one meter or more wide, about ten meters away from the rock line that marks the cutting edge. We haven't gotten close to that line yet, so Menash was the first to order me to try to hide behind the rock. I walked a few steps forward until I was placed comfortably behind it and watched it carefully. Thirty meters away, I can see the roof of the bus and the top of the side windows. I can't look up to see more, because within this range, terrorists can find me and let me express their opinions. And set off IA. And began to kill the hostages. I stuffed myself in and was ready.

We are all trying to see as much as possible, so we will know what will happen. I can see that both doors are open, so I passed this information to me. Others reported that the action they saw was probably one of the terrorists, and they prepared a trip net on one of the doors, but there were not many details. Trip wires (connected to improvised explosive devices, of course) are an additional issue, but we are trained to deal with them. This is just other things we need to know.

We are settled now. I can slow down and think.

I want to know if my parents, brothers or anyone I grew up in the UK can imagine where I am now, lying in the mud with Browning in his hand, and almost no grenades from armed terrorists. I grew up in the Town Hall in Hackney, London. As a Jew, I have always realized that I am different from most people around me. Therefore, my parents sent me to a Jewish school. When I was in middle school, I received a scholarship from Carmel College. This is a Jewish "public" school, that is, a private school, sometimes called "Jewish Eton School." . It was a fee-charging agency. Many of my classmates came from very wealthy families, and because of their working-class background, I found myself somewhat different from mainstream society. Nevertheless, Carmel is still a good place for me, and I quickly found my niche market. The school provides many ways for students to engage in non-academic activities, especially in sports. I took advantage of this advantage. I am a good runner and a member of the rowing club. I have always been a keen military fan and have studied history, tactics, weapons and other military disciplines. As I grew older, I learned more about my father's background. He was a survivor of the Holocaust. His parents and one of his brothers were killed by the Nazis in France in 1943. Carmel did not fully promote Zionism, but I understand Israel, and I am keenly aware of the importance of a strong Jewish Israel to prevent anything like the Holocaust from happening to us again. The idea that I live in Israel and play a role in Israel’s defense began to surface in my mind.

Just one year later in 1982, after I dropped out of college, I decided to immigrate to Israel. A friend of mine emigrated early and participated in the Lebanon War. It seems that I was wasting time in the UK, and my peers are facing very real challenges. Therefore, I took action in 1983 and joined the IDF as an infantryman in November of the same year.

trip. My first attempt to join the special operations forces failed because I was not accepted by me

-I am too immature. But I think I am a good fighter, because I won the company's "Best Talent" award after the basic training. I have made good friends and excellent leaders, but as an immigrant, I feel a little different again. But I am used to it now, and soon found my place. When I completed the enlistment service in 1985, I received a letter inviting me to apply to join the association.

. This was another opportunity for me to enter the Israeli forces for special operations, and I seized it. I passed

Choose, then their process. In November 1986, I joined Troop 3. I finally hit the target. Nevertheless, as the only Ashkenazi of a group of people of almost all North African ancestry, as well as the British at the time, I was still a bit out of fashion. I don't care. I'm sure I will adapt soon. I am where I want.

When you take a terrorist as a hostage and attack the target, you must do it like a thunder. This is the whole content of hostage rescue. Give the terrorists a moment and they can start killing all hostages. If terrorists possess improvised explosive devices, they can immediately kill or injure almost everyone on the scene. You will use Ruth, cover, darkness (if any), and every trick you can think of to get the attacker as close to the target as possible without being seen, and try to get as many snipers as possible to see By the time the terrorists-all of these, the moment the commander issues the order, the terrorists have absolutely zero chance of reaction. Failure to do so does not necessarily mean that the mission will be a disaster. Sometimes, terrorists may be confused or lack determination, or they may decide to try to shoot at the attacking agent instead of the hostage. But the faster the HRU can participate and eliminate them, the greater the chance of a successful evacuation.

This is difficult to do. A country must assign the best personnel to perform these tasks. Commanders and planners must be imaginative and experienced. The sniper must be able to hit small targets in any range, usually from an undesirable position. The attacker must move lightning fast like a monkey, and must be able to distinguish terrorists from hostages at a glance. They must be able to shoot well so that they can hit terrorists who use hostages as shields, but not hostages. The best equipment must be obtained, and personnel need to master all these equipment. HRU must have superb support staff: engineers, dog managers with dogs, and a dozen experts in different fields. HRU needs to train on many different types of vehicles and buildings, which may become targets for terrorist hostages: schools, airplanes, buses, banks, apartments, public buildings, libraries, supermarkets, private houses Cars-the list is almost endless.

All members of

A former soldier, at least one command course and some command experience. At that time, most of the applicants came from the infantry battalion, a few came from more professional units, such as

Either

(Respectively

As well as Recce of the Parachute Brigade), they received extensive hostage rescue training. There are fewer numbers from non-infantry units. Avshi Peled, the commander of the first unit, served as an officer in the armored army. Russian immigrant Igor P. (Igor P.) During my tenure, I became a truly outstanding talent

In action, he has not even been a combat soldier. During my admission in 1986, more than one hundred people started the selection process, which took several days. The purpose of selection is to broadly challenge a person's physical strength and endurance, and reveal his fighting instincts and his ability to master the operational skills to be learned, but it is mainly to explore the motivation and willingness to win the job applicant. In the end, less than a quarter of people passed the selection course. At the end of the course, there were about twelve people. That is an attrition rate of about ninety percent.

The ruthless selection process and the process that followed it proved that the operators were fully professional and highly dedicated. We know that people's lives depend on us honing our skills to the best level, and we strive to do our best. Many of me, including myself, did not participate in the Israel Defense Forces in the Lebanon War, nor did they have any war experience, but at least during the post-war occupation, due to some small contacts in Lebanon, our taste for fighting was weak. And we are

In various situations. Only one of us, the new Attorney General, Chief Superintendent Alik Ron, has actually participated in the actual hostage rescue against terrorists. He worked in Entebbe with

. Since he is our CO

Go kick the windows and shoot terrorists on this particular day. Having said that, he is not an armchair leader, at least during his tenure

CO, he himself killed a terrorist in a gun battle. With an enviable appearance and always speaking softly, he has gained universal respect.

When we lay in the wet sand to make ourselves unobtrusive, senior officials had arrived at the scene. The Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Dan Shomron and his deputy Major General Ehud Barak and Major General Yitzhak Modchay, the head of the Southern Command, were also there. I remember being told later that the operational command to unfold the incident was given to Barak, even though I read somewhere that Mordecai was actually commanding. No matter who it is, they are happy to hand over the removal right

. As it is,

The person in the Sea Stallion helicopter I found during the trip had landed some distance, either because of a mistake, or because the pilot shouldn't have his heavy helicopter landed near such an open hostage residence. In either case, they spent some time to cover the distance to the scene with all their equipment kits, and when they approached, we had already deployed. A few years later, when I was studying in university, I met a classmate

Officer, on the ground with the command at the junction of Aru, he told me his opinion is

It is an advanced force, so it is expected to deploy and take over the rescue as it did in Deir el-Balah four years ago. But they never got close. From where I lay behind the rock, I have never seen any one. There is no time until now, the situation is beginning to deteriorate. The terrorist executed one of the hostages.

While we are trying to remain vigilant, the police negotiating team has been talking to terrorists through megaphones. They drove to the back of the bus somewhere on my left, but I couldn't see them. Their job is to try to calm the terrorists, maybe, maybe to persuade them to surrender. While our commandos are ready, they should keep the terrorists busy. I don't know if this is related to negotiation, or maybe it is related to others, but at some point, you may hear terrorists becoming more and more irritable. I don't understand what happened, it's all in Arabic, but they are obviously angry. Then they made Victor Ram stand up and shot him.

We heard a raging fire from where we lay. When this happens, your first instinct is to use the IA emergency plan to get up and start offensive. However, we already know that the execution of a hostage by terrorists to show that they are doing business is not necessarily considered a sufficient excuse to activate IA. But this did change the situation. Will not surrender. We were just sitting tight, waiting for the assault order, and now we know this will happen soon.

So far, two members of my front door team, Menash, and a soldier of Unit 2, Ronen Y., have been able to pass by me and reach the rock at the cutting edge. I cannot leave the rocks and move forward with them without being exposed. Unless I can climb straight back from the rock and find another route to take me to the edge of the cut, I will lose my leadership position and my role as a goalkeeper will disappear. But this kind of action will take too long. Assault orders are imminent, and going backwards is not an option. it is good. The number three on the door is fine. The backdoor team is nearby. There are Itzik and Rafi and Yaakov BG. We all know what to do. I drew the stun grenades and made sure my Browning was ready. Anytime now, we will go.

Another fire broke out on the bus. Is this another execution? careless? Did they fire at any of us? we do not know. But we know that it is. The order will appear at any time.

Then Yaakov turned to the three of us, grinned behind those stupid beards, and said, the voice was enough for us to hear:

"

The motto of Unit 3.

Although we are well-trained professionals, the tension is obvious, and Yakov read the perfect moment.

! We choked with giggles, and I suddenly felt calm and full of confidence. I know, I just know that we will succeed.

Suddenly, Rafi on the radio called out the code. assault! The thought is over. Instinct and training prevail. I don't even remember the sniper volley that I even heard at that moment. I jump up and run like everyone else, with only one thing in my mind-my task. speed! boarding. Go to the front door. Stand up the stairs and be the third person.

When I was running, I grabbed my grenade and threw it at the front door of the bus, but when it went out, I didn't really notice – I just reached the side of the road, hell! The slope was steep and tall, but I focused on it anyway, and then climbed down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a surgical knee fall down and aimed his Uzi at the public. Car, but I don’t see any clear goals myself. At these moments, there are many shots, many shots, but no progress.

Menash and Ronen Y. have gone through the front door and inside-no tripwires-and it seems that Menash is shooting something with his Uzi pistol, I followed them up the small stairs, raised my position and pointed at mine Browning in the classic way of standing with both hands on the bus, but everything is almost over. A terrorist was lying on the back seat of a bus, and a police officer N. pierced through the rearmost window of the bus when he was held up by one of his men. At the same time, two other operators installed an assault ladder beside the farthest window on the other side of the bus. The two men and N. fired many shots at the terrorist and killed him. Get closer to me and walk towards the center of the bus through the back door. Other agents are shooting at the supine bodies of two other terrorists. The initial sniper volley shot down these two. Three snipers were in front of the bus. There was also a sniper from the First Cavalry. They fired immediately after receiving the order. The two terrorists did not know what attacked them. Then, Menash shot them as soon as he entered the field. Then, the backdoor team determined. The whole thing

When the shooting stopped, the next moment seemed chaotic as we tried to remove all hostages from the bus. There is still the possibility of booby traps, so some guys try to bring women out of the windows. I put a leather case on Browning and got out of the car to help. I found myself holding one of the hostages, a woman in a turquoise sweater. Our job was to take the hostage away from there, so I took her to the command team. When we ran, she turned to me and said, "You know, I have a son

trip. "I am here, everyone is excited, sweating profusely, sweating profusely with adrenaline, there is a woman who has just experienced the most terrible experience of her life, she chats calmly like a line in a supermarket! That too! That’s cool. Then, I met Udi, a psychologist from the engineer. I thought this lady might need a psychologist. Maybe he was not a clinical psychologist, but I was busy picking up at that time. I Hand the woman to me, and then I ran back to the bus.

Murdoch and other engineers quickly confirmed that there were no explosives or booby traps. I see

(MDA) team, two of which are responsible for casualties. A team is trying to resurrect a woman with a gurney, but this does not look good. Then some guys pulled the terrorist's body from the bus. They were wearing T-shirts with the words "Palestine" on the front. Murdoch possesses weapons. The terrorists in the back row are armed with Karl Gustav submachine guns. The other two have Kalashnikov. They must be bothering one of them, because when we found it, it was demolished. We made our weapons safe and collected tool kits.

So far, people have not come from

Flocked, some were taking on legal tasks, and others just for making things funny. It's time for us to disappear. The rescue is over.

I can't remember after that. I remember Itzik P. approached me when he returned to our van, grinning from ear to ear, and then we shook hands. In the next moment, I realized that my body had received various blows and scratches from crawling, running, and crazy collisions, so I didn't even think that I leaned over and checked my limbs with both hands for injuries. When I saw Itzik doing the same thing, I burst out laughing! You can go through all of this, and because of the adrenaline, you might be shot somewhere without even noticing. Again, no one in the commando team was injured.

The second thing I remember was the initial report at the community center in Beersheva. We sat in a tipping seat in a large auditorium, and each agent in the attack recorded his views and actions, and then the commander's turn was theirs. We learned that at the moment Alik gave the order, the terrorist at the back of the bus was well seen by at least two snipers, who suddenly lay down and disappeared. Therefore, in the event of an attack, only four snipers opened fire on the two terrorists in the middle of the bus. We further learned that the two injured women and the women I have seen treated by MDA military doctors have died. It seems that when Victor Ram was shot, one of them named Rina Shiratzky was shot, and despite the injuries, she just sat and remained silent.

At the time, my impression was that we didn’t really know the cause of the second fire we heard, nor how the other deceased Miriam Ben Yell was injured. But then one of the other hostages, Rachel Matsa, told the media that Ben Yair had also been deliberately shot by terrorists, which explained the second explosion. Rachel Matsa himself was shot dead. During the attack, she might have been hit by one of our stray bullets. There are many claims that eight hostages were injured. This is rubbish. A total of eight hostages survived. The person I took from the bus was definitely not injured. I think some of the others may have been scratched by broken glass, but as far as I know, only Rachel Matsa was shot. Even though these three deaths were caused before our attack, but we are

Knowing that three good people, the child's parents, have lost their lives, which made him successfully step down for the first time.

I was engaged at the time and my fiancé, Elaine, was on the bus in Jerusalem. The news came through the radio. The announcer summarized the terrorist attack and reported that the security forces stormed into the bus and rescued the hostages. Elaine knew it must be us, so she jumped out of the car to find the public phone. Since the news came out, the office of the department has been overwhelmed by such calls, and their answer has been well practiced: "Don't worry, he is fine." At that time, Elaine was greatly relieved. One day passed, everyone was talking about rescue, and she was very proud. If accepted

Strong enough for the applicant, and then

It may be more difficult for those wives and girlfriends who have to adapt to their disappearance, or when those buzzers sound, they suddenly do all kinds of dangerous nonsense. In these many crises, the wife and girlfriend supported each other and kept in touch, but this is always a kind of pressure. The unit tried its best to accommodate them. Wives and girlfriends attended all gatherings. Married men who were on standby and had to stay on the base on weekends could invite their wives and children (if any) to accompany them on their base. The department made everyone welcome.

After the report, we drove back to the base, and the members of Unit 3 went home as originally planned. That night, Yilian and I went out for dinner with one of her friends as planned. life goes on. I went home very early and saw the rescue report on the TV news. They interviewed Alik with their backs to the camera. I know. That's for security reasons, but I think it's a damn good thing. If they show his face, people will think we are stupid. No one would believe that the rest of us are ugly guys.

too.

Ugly guy, yes.

It is composed of young people from all over Israel and various fields. What makes us a unit is our common desire to be the vanguard of the Israeli army and go all out and go all out in the seemingly endless fight against terrorism. Some people stay longer, while others spend less time. But when we were there, our dedication was never questioned.

Nowadays

Better than ever. Over the years, its methods and equipment have continued to develop, and its growing reputation has attracted more candidates than today. Mother bus rescue is

It happened in Israel. There may be many reasons, but there must be a reason that must exist like

with

Just like they did on March 7, 1988.

There were no heroes that day. Only when things go wrong will you get a hero, and someone must step up their efforts to save their day. But things are going well. Clever drills, creative plans, and months and months of training and rehearsals completed the work quickly.

That is our job-work. We are just a bunch of ordinary guys. Of course, we passed the crazy selection and training plan, but each of us still has his love and hatred, dreams and fears. It is this kind of work, coupled with the contingency of the situation and the urgency of necessity, that make those fairly ordinary people do extraordinary things.

[1] First name

Is the acronym-ימ". The full name of the unit is official

, This is the special counter-terrorism unit. But the name has no initials! Even if I serve in the department, no one is really sure about the actual meaning of the acronym, although the most commonly accepted version is

-Police Special Unit-not very descriptive.

[2] This article is not history. It is not based on academic research. This is a personal memoir. It is based on my memory of a dramatic event that happened thirty years ago. I hope it will be used to contribute to any scholarship related to:

The rescue is usually dedicated. Although there are errors everywhere and other participants may have different memories of things, I will say this: I have not tried to modify my role in any way. I am a professional and I strive as a member of a professional team. It is the team that completed the work and achieved results.

[3] I usually use British military and police terms and terms equivalent to British military rank. I adopted the British Special Forces Convention and only used the term "force" to describe

The basic business department at that time, in Hebrew is

. Individuals serving in Yamam are part of the border guard, which is a branch of the Israeli police. In Hebrew, they are called

("Police") or

("Warrior" or "Warrior"). In English, "warrior" and "warrior" are not terms suitable for the context. The word "police" seems too mediocre to describe the members of it.

, Considering what he usually does. I choose to use the word "United States"-"action" for individuals in the Special Operations Department.

[4] I only use their full names when I know that the officers and agents participating in the mother bus rescue activities are in the public domain. Otherwise, I will either use the name, the abbreviation, or both. No matter whether the individual is alive or dead, I follow this rule. Our identities were protected at the time, and this is not where I decided to reveal anyone.

[5] Many accounts say that there are only four IDF personnel on the car. However, the officer conducted a television interview on the incident on the Israeli Channel 2 network. He said that he was driving with two other officers and two cadets. You can see this interview

.

[6] In some places, I have read some claims that terrorists targeted their passengers in advance due to the sensitive nature of their passengers. I don't think these claims make any sense. The development of the situation seems to indicate that the terrorists happened on the bus accidentally.

[7] The reason why we even have full-size Uzis is that Mini-Uzis' latest production runs are flawed. The hinge of the fold may be slightly unlocked during shooting. This defect did not exist in the early production run. IMI will collect all affected weapons and repair them. I think I can shoot even with this flaw, but others are not so sure.

[8] Every operator has a dizzying array of weapons and equipment. For example, I have a closed bolt, semi-automatic Uzi, with a threaded barrel, and equipped with a large suppressor, plus subsonic ammunition to make it quieter. In a separate box, I have a 20-inch M16A1 barrel with an M203 grenade launcher. Other agents have a Uzi pistol with a folding butt, a Beretta .22s with a large silencer or a Remington 870 shotgun. Snipers have their professional rifles: Galil sniper rifle or Steyr-Mannlicher SSG-69, both within 7.62 mm.

[9] I read in an account somewhere that Alik was one of the first people to get on the bus during the delisting period. Although that is of course his style, it is not his job. As a commander, it is up to him to provide the brain, make plans and give orders. Performing these tasks is our burden. I can't say categorically that he was not the first person to crash into the bus, but I don't remember mentioning him in any reports.

[10] In many accounts, you can see that it took 30-40 seconds. This is not true. About twelve seconds after the attack order was issued, the shooting was over, and it took a few minutes for everyone to get out of the car.

[11] Some people may cite the rescue of Nachshon Wachsman in 1997 as the last hostage rescue, but since the terrorists went into hiding instead of deliberately besieging, I think this kidnapping is not just a hostage.

[12] Although there were many dramatic moments in the Mother Bus incident that involved the individuals involved, it could not compete with the Entebbe hostage crisis

drama. After playing for a few days, Entebbe took control of the world. In view of the outstanding performance of Idi Amin, the release of the tensions of non-Israeli hostages, the pressure on the government to negotiate, the bold decision to rescue more than two thousand miles away from home was a successful rescue operation and one of them The death of this leader, not surprisingly, Entebbe has been the subject of books, documentaries and no less than four full-length films. From the beginning to the end, the mother bus incident lasted several hours, and the actual battle took about twelve seconds. By the time the public heard it, the matter was over. No one will make any feature films about Mother Bus Rescue. Nevertheless, this is a historic event. I tried to recap these events as much as possible through two main sources, namely, what I saw myself and what I was told at the time. If there are any errors in the narrative, the responsibility lies with me.

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Once, the town boasted at least eight picture houses

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Over the years, film has played an important role in the lives of Burtonists.

Townsfolk has been able to watch some of the biggest movie stars on the screen in front of their house.

At one time, the town had at least eight cinemas, and everyone was likely to show another movie.

Although we have already bid farewell to electric cinemas, cinemas like Picturedome and Derby Turn Picture Palace, we still have the Cineworld cinema in Burton city centre and the red carpet cinema in Barton Pier.

People in the town will miss the old "picture house" for various reasons, including many people who are there for the first time.

Of course, one of the most famous cinemas is the Ritz Hotel, also known as Odeon and

It was closed in 2000 to make way for Cineworld in Middleway Park near Guild Street.

Who can remember a few small shops on Odeon Street, where eager children would stock penny bits and then spend these pictures on Saturday morning?

We visited some movie theaters in and around Burton. Please let us know your memories in the comments below.

Electric was specially built on the Empire Tea Store site, with 750 velvet dump-style seats and a tea room. It was owned by the National Electric Theater and was eventually taken over by Gaumont.

The Electronic Theater opened in "Betty's Lost" on October 25, 1910.

In 1928, it was taken over by the Gaumont British Theatre Chain Group and closed to rebuild the auditorium.

It reopened on September 10, 1928, and its seating capacity increased by 1,025, which was later increased to 1,050 by 1941.

The cinema even has a cafe for you to spend a good evening.

In 1929, the first walkie-talkie photo in a sound film was "King of the Khyber Rifle".

The cinema, like all cinemas, was closed for a few days after the outbreak of the Second World War in 1939, but soon reopened, starring Basil Rathbone’s Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes) Special screening.

It was renamed Gaumont on November 28, 1949, and closed on May 29, 1956. The building now houses a casino.

But did you know that the film history of the town can be traced back to 1900 due to the little-known comfort corner of Station Street?

It once represented roughly the status of Burton menswear today.

It existed until at least 1907, but it is believed to have closed in 1910 because it did not comply with new regulations to regulate such buildings.

The cinema opened on Curzon Street in 1913. You could have spent 2D, 3D, 6D or 1s watching old movies.

In 1920, the organ of the London church was even installed there.

The building was replaced by a high-level building in 1931.

The cinema was acquired by Odeon Theaters Ltd. in 1955.

At the time it had 1,599 seats. On July 16, 1956, it was renamed Odeon, when it had 1,296 seats.

The Odeon Theater closed on June 5, 1965. The building became the top club for bingo games and later became the top club for bingo games in Mecca.

The club closed around December 2003. Now, an apartment occupies the site.

Next is the Anglesey Picture House, which is located at the same location as the Anglesy Hall of the Friars Walk and is part of the complex built by the YMCA .

Around 1907 or 1908, movie screenings were released, but when the nearby Electric Cinema opened in 1910, Anglesey began to perform live performances, and the concert hall only showed occasional movies.

However, the license has been retained. In 1924, the Angersey Studio was advertised as being under new management.

Gaumont, the owner of the electric company, next to the Andressey Passage, may have taken away the tenant or persuaded the YMCA to terminate the lease, because Anglesey later switched to live performances and danced Into the 1930s.

Derby Turn Picture Palace (Derby Turn Picture Palace), also known as the Regent, existed in the form of a cinema at the junction of Dallow Street and Horninglow Road from 1920 to 1939 .

The Mirror Palace of Derby opened on November 17, 1920 and has 900 seats.

It displayed its first walkie-talkie "The Innocents of Paris" on July 28, 1930.

In 1932, the cinema was sold to the opposition company Burton-on-Trent Picturedrome Company, which renamed it Regent Cinemas.

The cinema was closed as a cinema shop by the government in 1940. After the war, it became a post office.

It was later turned into a bingo hall for bingo games. The bingo hall was closed around 2005. The building was used by the Church of the Christian International Ministry until November 2008 when the building was destroyed by fire.

A store was subsequently established on the site.

Originally, the building on Guild Street was originally the Opera House (also known as the Arena), which was acquired by Burton Picturedome Company in 1934 and reopened as the Ritz Hotel in 1935.

In 1937, it became Gaumont, then changed back to The Ritz, and then renamed Odeon in 1974 under the name of Odeon. Since then, the town’s first three-screen cinema has undergone a £60,000 reconstruction.

Odeon became Robins, which was later closed in 2000 to make way for the existing 1,700-seat Cineworld Cinema in Middleway Park near Guild Street, which created 70 jobs.

After a long period of closure, it later became a world cafeteria.

Cineworld, a nine-screen cinema built for this purpose, opened in October 2000 and is widely acclaimed. It was the first company to live in the newly built Middleway Park near Guihui Street.

It includes 1,700 seats.

It was officially opened by the then Mayor of East Staffordshire Peter Haynes and Burton Albion Football Club Manager Nigel Clough.

Kate and Ian Silverwood opened a two-screen movie theater in August 2013, and it has continued to grow and provide movies through a deal.

The Red Carpet Cinema is an independent cinema and cafe that focuses on smart mainstream and art movies at Barton Marina near Barton under Needwood.

After receiving support from the "Local Growth Fund", it created 32 jobs.

After being refused financing by mainstream lenders, the couple turned to the Greater Birmingham and Solihull Local Business Cooperation through the East Staffordshire Borough Council.

The fund exists to initiate development projects that have stalled due to financing difficulties.

Sam Gelder

The transformation of Archway has brought the status of its two most iconic buildings back to the public.

However, since the stalemate regarding the continued closure of Archway Tavern has been fully documented, the future of the dilapidated Methodist Hall is forced to play a second trick.

Now, the developer has made plans to demolish the historic building and transform it into a community and theater space that can accommodate 400 people, with an office above it for local businesses.

The Swedish architect White Arkitekter is the designer behind the six-story building. The venue can also be used for concerts, conferences and training, yoga, community workshops, art exhibitions, and has a cafe and bar.

It has been a long time since the hall was put back into public use. Since 1989, it has been empty except for the guardian of the property and is said to be owned by a Gibraltar company.

In order to demolish the building in the facade and turn it into an apartment, it failed in 2015. The local campaign group "Better Archway Forum" (Better Archway Forum) launched an ongoing campaign to convert it Used in art.

The hall was built in 1934 to replace the existing 1864 church building. It is the last auditorium built by Methodists, funded by passionate Methodist members and British film legend J Arthur Rank, who is known for influencing cinema-style architecture.

However, Jan Tucker, chair of the Arch Town Center team, said that this design has not been welcomed by everyone.

She said: "In order to appease some congregants who hold reservations, a lighted cross was installed on the top of the building."

It was designed by George and K Withers and has a 1,300-seat auditorium, offices, a Sunday school and eight shops, and a 500-seat hall.

Inside, it is more like a concert venue than a church, with foldable seats and a hidden organ. The cinema’s screen is operated by a large pulley system, which plays cartoons on Saturday afternoons and at night.

Some people have other explanations for the design. "Most of the interior walls are made of ceramic tiles. According to records, when opened, people often found people wandering around with towels around their necks'looking for swimming pools'!" Added January

During the war, the basement was used as an air raid shelter by the parliament and could accommodate 600 people.

January continued: “During the entire blitz, there were long queues waiting to enter each night.” It was pointed out that due to the size of the line and the number of street performers that attracted crowds, the building sometimes resembled the Western Theater.

"The enterprising minister even wrote'The Archway Air Raid Shelter Hymn' and sang before the lights went out every night!"

Concerts and dances were also held during the war to maintain morale. But on the night of November 5, 1944, the hall was used for a very different reason.

A V2 rocket crashed on nearby Grovedale Road, killing 31 people and wounding 84 others. It was used as a temporary housing for the victims.

After the war, competitions in other venues gradually decreased and the visibility of the hall declined. The owners began to lease it to youth clubs until it was finally closed in the 1960s. But it is not finished yet.

Young added: “When John Beech became minister in the late 1960s, his fate was reversed.” “He opened a new club for homeless young people in the area.

"He has a missionary background in Ghana, especially working with black youth in London. The youth club is a great success, with more than 600 members."

However, its success also brought problems, and after Beech and his wife spent too much time disarming young men with knives, it eventually closed down and started using and selling drugs on the premises.

Now, 30 years after the auditorium was last used, although Kate Calvert, the founder of the Better Arch Forum, does not want to see the building being overthrown, people hope that it will serve the community again.

She said: "Demolition seems unnecessary. It will mean losing the potential to meet the diverse community, artistic and cultural needs of different people in Archway and other areas."

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The following are amazing memories of Blackheath at the end of World War II. Please click on the post to read the full text.

It was written by Bob Land, who now lives in the Netherlands, but found this website and (luckily, all of us) are willing to share his memories. I think this is great, and I urge everyone to read it, especially to visualize the antics of the milk cart. In contrast, picking up half a pint of semi-skimmed beer at Shepherd Foods seems incredible. Now, if we can only restore the bakery and toy store...

I was born in 1939, so my memories of the war years are very limited.

One night, I looked out from the front window of the bedroom,

Passing overhead on the way to London, its typical splash sound and flames are emitted from the rear exhaust.

One day, around noon, we were at school (

), and there was a huge explosion. All the windows behind the school fell out of the window frames. I think this was caused by a bomb explosion. The bomb directly hit Blackheath Grove (Blackheath Grove) Although doubtful, this is the reason.

In another case, when the war is about to end,

, And took away my grandmother’s broom, I helped the fire brigade sweep away the glass lying on the sidewalk from all the broken shop windows. I still remember the smell of charcoal, iodine and broken plasterboard.

During this period, we spent many, many nights in the air-raid shelter in the garden.

Then continue

with

Immediately after the war, in the summer of 1945, I was still at All Saint's. We used to have "classes" in the morning, and in the afternoon we were put on bunk beds to rest, presumably to catch up with all our sleep. Lost in the blitz

There are a few steps next to the school at the bottom of the school

To Heath, next to

, We sometimes take these steps and play on the grass during class.

I remember there were some toys, scooters and the like, and older students used to push our kids inside.

In those days, after the war, winter always seemed harsh.

Walking through the wasteland on the narrow road from Serenity Valley to Blackheath Valley, sometimes snowdrifts used to be knee-high.

We used to sledding in Greenwich Park, from

All the way downhill to

, And then dragged the sled to the road and started again.

At the end of the afternoon, after a long trek back home, across the Heath River, the sun set, a huge red ball appeared on the horizon, and the temperature dropped further. At that time, the shoes and clothes were wet and tired, but he was eager to drink tea. The toboggan gave the young guy a healthy appetite.

When the hare and billet ponds were frozen, we used to make "slides". Once we reached the edge of the pond, jumped onto the ice, and placed our feet side by side in front of each other, we would rush down the embankment as quickly as possible. Then "slide across" the pond, trying to reach the other side.

Christmas was also very happy at that time. The window of the Lagerty Anne toy store in Osborne Square was like a magnet.

In the past at Paragon Place and

, On the other side of Pond Road is the marshland. For the adventurous little boy, this is a delightful place, from playing cowboys and Indians in the woods to spotting birds and nature in the swamps and catching new ones.

With the arrival of spring, the atmosphere full of anticipation began, the Easter Fair was rushing to Blackheath, and the last batch of trailers and caravans arrived, and then became a hive of activities. All the juggling and major attractions seemed to be erected. At an amazing speed. Finally, it opened, the music roared, the lights shone, and the crowd wandered around.

A pleasant time spent in Blackheath throughout the year.

Thinking about it now, this seems to be a period of never-ending sunshine. After the attendants in the park used their tractor mowers to mow the entire Heath, the pleasant smell of fresh mowing came out.

In the hot summer, sitting on the grass, watching the countless skylarks hovering and twittering, and then diving underground, this is a wonderful scene.

One day of the week, in the morning, we ran to Mrs. Coultate’s Newsagents store in Tranquil Vale (located in

)buy

Comics, and then sit on the steps outside a friend's house on Collins Street and read them. We often play Monopoly on the same step in the warm summer air.

On Sunday, Princess of Wales Pond is the favorite, and the high-powered model speedboat races there.

In the first few days after the war, on a very warm and sunny afternoon, the village seemed to be in a "siesta" mode, with almost no cars around and even fewer people on the street. In fact, it is so quiet that you stand in the front yard of the royal public house, or across the road,

, And then looking towards the All Saint's Parish Hall, you can not only see the house Martin flying around in the nest under the eaves, but also hear their sounds.

On days when the weather is not too hot, during the school summer vacation, we used to play football on the wasteland with two jackets on the goalposts... Cricket, bats, balls and three stumps!

When it was dark, all of us sat on the wooden seats on top of Tranquil Vale, our jaws swaying until it was time to get home from get off work.

It seems that there is often mist or fog in early autumn. On some days, the visibility is only a few yards and it is so quiet that you can often hear the fog corners of the tugboat on the Thames!

November is the notorious period when the pea soup is foggy. Sometimes the visibility is only a few yards. Many times, the bus has to be guided from the village through the wasteland to the Royal Standard, and then someone walks slowly in front of the bus. Sometimes they From a bus to the middle of the wilderness, they dragged two or three.

There used to be a big orchard,

I’m standing now, so this is my favorite place to go in late autumn. I’m "crambling to buy apples" and often driven out of the orchard by angry owners.

Late autumn is the time to collect chestnuts and more interesting "buckeyes" (wild chestnuts), soak them in vinegar overnight, drill a hole in them with meat skewers, then pass a strong rope through them, and fight ! In today's computer games and iPods, all this seems very primitive.

Also in November, amidst the excitement of Guy Fawkes Day, the bonfire was set on the wasteland before the Royal Parade and later moved to a wasteland next to Express Dairy on Wemyss Road.

There are many kids playing Guy Fox dummies outside on the street. Obviously, the best (and most profitable) place is outside the train station during the evening rush hour.

In the first few years after the war, the Army sometimes trains camps in the wilderness. Soldiers always ask us for our old cartoons. There is always the atmosphere of axle grease, oil and impregnated tents. I think those people are really like us, boys with very small hearts.

One of the distressing moments was an accident when there was an Express Dairy milk buoy in the yard of Wesmail Road. Obviously, the horse was raised in the yard, dragged the horse with a float, then jumped up, and then jumped to the low back wall at the back of the yard. It was a pure drop and fell on the place where Wesley Chapel was. On the bomb pile. The float didn't cross the wall, but the horse jumped up. It dangled in the horse ins rope and harness... We saw the veterinarian climb a long ladder, probably to put the horse to sleep. We did not stay to see this!

Regarding the Express Dairy Yard on Wemyss Road, when you walk past it, there will always be pungent smells of horse, milk and straw. The smell of freshly baked bread behind Jobbins the Bakers in Bennett Park is even more pleasant.

Another extraordinary sight is the horse-drawn Express Dairy milk floater, passing the very short steep hills between Collins Street and South Vale. Milkers used to take the horse to the middle of Collins Street, turn sharply to the right at the end of the curve, and drive along the short hill into the South Valley, and accompanied by the hiss of horses hoof scattered on the road, shouting encouragement and whip , And the sound of shaking bottles and crates on the buoy, all this repeated for a few yards, and then from the southern valley to the quiet valley, and then to the steep hill. Amazing sight and sound.

Most of us have had paper rounds, some of us worked for Mrs. Coultate, a couple worked for another tabloid newspaper in Montpellier Valley, but creme de la creme worked for WH Smiths at the train station Boy, "company bikes"-they are all painted red and have two pan bags! We had to use our own bikes and got a shoulder bag.

In the early 1950s, a coffee bar opened at the top of Tranquil Vale. That is next door to the corner bookstore. It has a jukebox and a fixed customer base, and nothing happened there, but if you think you are "I won't go tonight", you will still do it because you are worried that you will miss something. But you never...

Below the coffee bar, there is a restaurant called "El-Sombrero" (we call it "The Hat"). They serve delicious omelets.

I left Blackheath in 1958. I have been back several times since then. Standing in the village, looking around, and then thinking back to the early years, it makes me feel very satisfied. Spend a happy and carefree childhood in such a pleasant place.

If you like it, I can suggest reading again "

"(Neil Lind).

Volume 1 has been printed, available from Bookshop on Heath or from

.

Volume 2 is out of print, but it is still available for second-hand.

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Mark as

superior.

I have two aunts who live in Blackheath. The surname is Edwards. Annie, Ann or Annie is an aunt. I don't know if the other person is Elizabeth. The two parties have never married and live together. I think they lived at least between 1900 and 1980. My family wants to know more about them because we never had the opportunity to meet them before they died. As far as I know, they own some kind of baking/food company. If anyone can remember them, please let me know. thank you very much

What a wonderful memory. I deeply remember many shops that Bob wrote about, such as Raggedy Ann, Coultates and Jobbins. He misses Reeves and Jones, even though they are the best old-school gadgets, where you can buy a yard of elastic for French skipping rope or any number of ribbons/buttons/fabrics. Another gem is Florians, an Italian delicatessen that now exists in this form in the Genaro store in Lewis Grove-these The only place that attracts me to shop in Lewisham!

I must try Genaro. Lewisham has many hidden gems, like the TFC I mentioned the other day!

Dear Lucy, you mentioned that the Florians deli in the country is Italian. It is run by my father and is the first Polish deli in the area. He first opened his business in a small place in Cresswell Park in the late 1960s and then moved to the Nat West Bank on the corner of Cresswell Park and Blackheath Village. He retired in the mid-1980s. This shop is now an Italian restaurant.

My stepfather Henryk is Polish and he used to go to Florians.

Hello, David-yes, min fish in the pond! Catch them in a one-ounce tin... In the store by the pond, I once stole the bites, but the turn of the back made me feel guilty, I put it back! American bubblegum candy-Bazooka Joe and the world flags playing cards. (Do I have a suitable pond there?)

My mother used to make paper animals and glove puppets that Raggedy Ann's kindly sold. (See Lucy's post.) My friend and I tried to hold a Punch and Judy show at All Saint's, but we didn't realize it until the beginning. So that we haven't prepared the script... It's too embarrassing, and the audience left muttering "garbage".

On the hill just around the corner is a hall where I did ballet for a short time. I am a "sheep", not an agile "goat"-it is too early to invent child psychology and positiveness!

I was a little monster at school. Once Mr. Rod blasphemed me in front of the school for one of my crimes, saying: "There are women, there are ladies...you will not be a lady!" Unfortunately, , This sentence makes me feel very stupid, like coming from a vibrant socialist family, the last woman I want to be is a lady. My heroes are Pippi Longstocking and Just William! I was locked in school as punishment on the day of the exercise, but I hate exercise, so it’s okay! Except when my mother found out.

I am sure that my lifelong love of music comes from the hymns we have to sing in school... "Become a Pilgrim" etc.

Good memories

"In the shop by the pond"

I don't remember, where is it?

Greetings

Bob Land

This describes my childhood in Blackheath. My mother (Sheila Fauci) and Liz Anne Bowden ran the Blackheath Film Club in the hall.

Hello Bob.

I don't know much about computers, so I hope you can be satisfied?

My name is Jennifer Fowler Ni Bonn.

I was also born in 1939 and live in Kidbrook.

During the war years, we were evacuated for some time. My sisters Ann and Elizabeth may still remember many stories.

I remember having a lot of interesting times in Blackheath when I was a kid.

The toy shop, the bakery and we used to go to Miss Barton’s ballet school, and then we were across from the bakery.

Remember, the small sailboat in the pond is very good, and you can also go to the for in the "swamp"! I love Blackheath Village.

Then I went to Kidbrook Girls' Comprehensive School, and we went to St. James's Church. My sister got married in the Catholic Church in Blackheath. In 1961, I left the UK to come to the United States and now live in Washington State.

Thank you for bringing back such beautiful memories.

Jennifer Fowler (Jennifer Fowler).

Hi Jennifer, you won't know me, but I was born in 1942, when I was about 5 years old and went to all Saints schools. I live in a holly hedge bungalow. The thing I remember in the village was a dessert shop owned by one person. I imagined it very profound. He is full of clocks and watches. We used to buy sweets there when our parents could afford it. I have been living in Australia since 1957. Pearl fitzsimmons nee hall ottaway

Hello Jennifer. I am glad you like it, and I am glad to hear from our generation.

While looking for Raggedey Ann's toy store, I found this blog. It brings back memories of Blackheath’s childhood from 1949 (my birthday) to the end of 1957 when my family immigrated to Canada.

The toy store is where my brother David and I stop regularly on the way home from school. I remember that ballet school belongs to Miss Stowe from the village. We also glide/glide on the pond and watch the sailboats in warm weather. It was unforgettable when the circus came and pitched a tent on the wasteland. Our father opened the Greenwich Chest in Maize Hill, so we often went to the observatory and boated in Greewich Park.

Hi Lucy,

I also miss several other people, such as vegetable grocers Fenners, Ebenezer Smith, contractors, Butcher Curnows, photography shops, Webb's Bicyle store, Hinds department store, etc. I saw some other people in my mind, but I don't remember their names.

Where are Florians, Reeves and Jones?

Greetings

Ebenezer Smith is indeed a very appropriate name for the contractor! By the way, I think so far, nearly 600 people have read your post :)

Ian Webb's father is the owner of Webb's bicycle shop. He is a school friend. We both went to John Ball Elementary School. I was living in Hollyhedge House at the time, and I recalled how the prefabs looked before they were finally demolished. Your site must have awakened many happy childhood memories of living in the wasteland.

I just visited this website and I am glad to find my name and mention of my father's shop.

I’m Ian Webb, and my father is Webb’s bicycle shop, which was founded just after the war. Unfortunately, he passed away a few years ago, but it was not until this afternoon that I talked to my mother (91 years old) about when Dad opened the shop. It was damaged by a bomb and he had to repair it. I believe it was the Earl of Dartmouth who owned many Blackheath properties and let it before his father bought it.

I was born in 1949. I was enrolled in John Ball school. I went to the store to buy a ticket to go home. Most days I went straight to the road (hopefully out of sight), and then I spent it at Sears. Ice cream cornet? .

I worked for a Saturday at Rovibonds when I was 14 years old (when I was licensed at Royal Parade).

I have many fond memories of Blackheath.

Hi Ian,

Glad to learn that you are still in the world!

Do you remember that you took me on a bike? You said we are going fishing in Shoreham! .. You have a lightweight alloy race car, I have an old military surplus assault vehicle, weighing a ton, folded in half!

About 20 miles, we finally reached a village called Shoreham, not Shoreham by the sea... just a Masley River, no fishing!

Hi Adrian

My memory is not the original one! I do remember cycling to Shorham (think of fishing in the private area behind the wall). Do you live in an army barracks?

Yes, the military barracks (TA LAA) you are considering are located on the same fence as Hollyhedge House.

I think your bicycle (1960?) was Dawes? …It was very light and expensive at the time… I seem to remember that you were very small, wearing round blue wire glasses… In school, for some unknown reason, I chose to perform two impromptu performances with abdominal pain and Dummy show...you are a dummy!

I know it has been for many years, but I remember Webbers. To be precise, Douglas is a friend of my father's, and we go there every weekend to buy bicycles and car supplies. Since he closed the store, I still have a set of wooden drawers. He is related to the Coppings family I also know. Douglas (Douglas) stored my birthday bike in his shop when I was 9 years old, and I was sent to look for things only to find that looking for a new car was a trick for me, I will never forget his smiling face and His engineer jacket. To this day, I am still repairing cars and bicycles. This is a very important day for me!

Dimitri

I must be at John Ball School at the same time as you

My teachers are Mrs. Bowes Smith and Mrs. Curry. Mr. Bill

We have had some classes in the past.

Roland

I remember I worked for John Ball before 1975. At that time, I remember it was MRs Beer and an Indian teacher. My name seemed to be Chipatti, but I was worried. This may be the reason why I am not welcome :) All of them.

Hi Bob, sorry, I only saw your comment-the shop is on the opposite corner of the bar. So on the left side of the same block. Unless I turn it off. I am afraid the memories will become chaotic, sometimes even dreams! I don't think I am crazy, but a madman will never be crazy again! HA AH BW Helen

Hi, Helen.

Thanks for your reply, but which bar?

Hi, Bob, I read your memories of living in Holhhedge bungalow for several years. Around 1949, I was about seven years old. I always remember that I used to buy sweets in a shop in a village where there was only one person. He seemed a little humble in my little head. He has various clocks in the shop. I would go and put a bag of penny candy, and there always seemed to be such a big bag. I also went to all the Saints' schools, and then went through Greenwich Park. I remember when the pond was freezing, we used to skate on it in school shoes. I still remember a green fair. I hope someone can remember this dessert shop. Sound familiar when I read Jobbins? Thanks for the memories. About Pearl

Hi Pearl, I remember there are several dessert shops in the village, but none. Jobbins is a bakery, opposite the train station.

Hi bob

Florians are located at the top of the village across the road from Fenners, but they may have been added later, perhaps in the early 70s. Reeves and Jones are in the big store next door to Butcher Curnow in Tranquility Valley.

Do you remember the little black pipe shop in the middle of the village? I remember buying a pipe cleaner there to be a dwarf!

Lucy

Where is the pipe shop? We need more pipe shops and fewer real estate agents!

The small shop next to the flower shop is a pipe shop, and there is a small stairwell in front of the door. I remember Coulate is very good. He is a newsboy at the station’s newsstand.

That's right, Florians were much later than in 1958, apparently Reeves and Jones opened in 1959!

Can you be more clear at the pipe repair shop, I don’t remember, but maybe I can check it somewhere.

I have a correction. Ebenezer Smith is not an undertaker, but a decorator, but his shop does look like an undertaker.

I remember one of the men who worked at Florian's had a digital tattoo on his arm.

There is also Madeleine Moore's shop near the wasteland. She sells milk and popsicles.

Mrs. Coulter's son, Frankie, opened his newsstand on the road.

Mrs. Kurt has two sons-Frank and another. Does anyone remember his name?

I did the thesis there for about two years,

The only people I saw in the store were the Kurts and sometimes their young son

Frankie

After a quick check on the free BMD on the Internet, the Kurts had three children. Frank was born in 1930, Eric was born in 1931 (never know or met him), Ken Kenneth was born in 1945 (he is often in the store, after school with his mother).

Frank Sr. (Frank Sr.) died in 1960, and Mrs. Coultate died in 1990

I remember Frank. I like to go to John Ball school on Baizdon Road. Frank Coultate used to call me Kim Novak, I called him Frank Sinatra! I have lived here since I was born in 1956 until I was 10 years old.

Hi Julie,

Madeleine Moore (Madeleine Moore) started as a flower shop.

That's right, Frank Coultate, he has his own newsstand across the road. I think his previous store was a "business license."

pingback:

Good job, Bob. We have some super time in and around the village, don't we? Does anyone remember the name of the coffee shop at the top of Tranquility Valley?

Bob has since discovered that the coffee shop is called The Rendezvous. Does anyone else remember rum? They are great.

I remember that the gathering went smoothly. It served as the boundary of the Christian College between 1954 and 1959. If you performed well during school, you can travel between 2.00 and 4.00. So some are made for cafes, pocket money is only 2/- per week, we can only afford to buy a cup of tea and wait for someone to put 6d into the jukebox to listen to Guy Mitchell (Guy Mitchell) The voice because of the opportunity to meet the locals in our minds! happy time.

I was also a boarder from 1955-60. I think there are not many people left in that era. Undoubtedly, they are different days-they will definitely be happy. Do you have that old dear Mr. Carbasse who uses his unique control method? I remember except for the table tennis room

In your article, you mentioned that the explosion at the All Saints School in Black Seaville blew up the windows.

I was born in 1938 and was in school when it happened. Some of us were bathed in glass particles (my hair was covered with some kind of glass powder. The explosion actually landed on V2 of Wemyss Road, destroying several houses and 3/4 of Wesleyan Church.

I live on Wemyss Road on No. 21. We suffered damage to the roof and walls, and the windows were blown open. My father and mother are at home, and I remember my mother came to school to see if I can take me to my aunt who used to live next to the Golden Sands.

I am not sure about this. At first I thought V2 demolished Wesleyan Church and a few houses, but it was indeed too far away from All Saints Church, and the level of this school was lower than that of San Francisco Church. Heath, I don’t think the shock wave from the explosive V2 will fall into Blackheath Vale.

Neil Rhind wrote in his book "Blackheath Village and Environs" that I have another theory:

On July 21, 1944, Talbot House No. 1 and No. 2 were bombed to Smithereens. No. 3 and No. 4 were so badly damaged that they had to be demolished.

The Talbot houses are located on Duke Humphrey Road. These houses are on the right side of the entrance to Blackheath Vale.

This seems to be the more likely and feasible reason why the school windows were blown up.

or not?

Hi, Bob. In the memory of my youth, I seem to remember that V1 hit the houses on the left side of Blackheath Valley, flattening them and severely damaged the Talbot House. After cleaning up, we got used to playing games in the Doodlebug engine part left on the scene. The V1 flying bomb ceased in September 1944. The V2 attack began in September 1944. I wish I could remember the establishment date of Wemyss Road V2, but it must be that day when I was covered by glass and my mother picked me up. I remember she was covered in smoke

The date when V2 hit Wismail Road was March 8, 1945. I was born in Wyatt House No. 6 in 1965. Since then, I have been living in Blackheath.

Hello, July 5, 1944 (Wednesday), about 40 yards from the V 1 beep bug that almost blew up the crater is St Germans Place 7. When it was hit, my father was staying with Donovans. His diary also pointed out on Thursday, July 20 that from 11 pm to 6 am, there was V1 almost every 10 minutes. I want to know whether the official records support his observation.

I remember it fresh, thinking it was the wreckage of a car, but you might be right. Also near the engine, there were a few steps leading to a small wine cellar in one of the bombed houses. One day, we found that the wine cellar was full of bandages, medicine boxes, etc., so we rode to Lee Green and reported it to the police station. If any measures are taken, I will not remember.

Peter

Niel Rhind pointed out in his book that V2

Attacked the church and surrounding areas on the 8th. March 1945.

Regarding the "bomb pile" of Blackheath Vale, I also remember, do you remember seeing a "cave" in the sand, about half of the pure wall on the side of the Vale Heath, we used to venture there, but because of the fear of the cave The roof may collapse, so I dare not walk one or more yards inside.

I do remember the sand cave. It is actually on the ground. It went in about 20 feet (because I was still very young, so I left!), and then walked a few feet again. I seem to remember you moving on and walking out of the entrance, but now my memory is hazy. I do remember Miss Collins (the principal of All Saints' Church) telling us this is a dangerous place.

Another memory is in the school service of All Saints Church. I think I am about 8 years old. Father Green is telling the story about God creating the world and Adam and Eve. I remember I raised my hand and asked who made God. Someone told me not to be stupid, sit down! Later, Father Green suggested that I join the choir and learn about God by singing. I used to be a lawyer, and I have been a lawyer for several years.

I am now very sure that V1 in July 1944 caused the window of All Saint's School

damage.

V2 in March 1945, in the Wemyss Road area, very close to the school

To cause any damage, I have seen aerial photos of the damage caused by V2, all damage is included in Wemyss Road, Blackheath Grove, Montpelier Vale and some Tranquil Vale areas.

Maybe these are people who live in Blackheath

Who can provide more enlightenment on this issue.

A bomb (not sure if it was V2?) landed on the opposite side of my father's house (near Beckenham) and almost killed him. At that time, he planned to hide under the kitchen table with his mother, but went to look out the window at the wrong time.

The explosion left him covered in glass and stayed in the hospital for several months. Even today, there is still a glass on his forehead.

After the incident, he went to live with his family in Brixham in Devon.

Well, Bob, I'm waiting to see your website. It's great to read your comments and what others have said about Blackheath. I used to deliver papers for Coultates. I remember a bag that was so heavy on Friday that I could hardly carry it. I used to go to Rendezvous Cafe in the late 50s and early 60s. I am a Ministry of Defense and have all my Lambretta scooters installed. I don't think anyone mentioned Sainsbury in the village. I will always remember my mother going there to pick up her cheese and other items. Then we go to the butcher, and then to the next door to the green grocery store, and don't remember the name. There is also a non-business license opposite the church. I remember the dairy farm again, because as a young man, I would go there very early to meet the dairyman and help him deliver milk. I remember that horse eating hedgerows at the Saint German's place where I lived in a prefab house. I went to Blackheath and Kidbrook School. We have a private boys’ school on my street called Christ’s College, and we will play in the bombed-out house on St. Deutsches Square. These same houses are now worth millions of pounds. After leaving school, I worked as an apprentice draftsman on Dog Island. I used to bike through Greenwich Park, through Heath, and then through the pedestrian tunnel to Millwall. I did go back a few years ago, the first time since 1959. It has completely changed. My mother used to clean the house of the managing director of Simans who lives in St. Deutsches Square. I remember sometimes his driver would take me to school in the homeless.

I live in Hollyhedge bungalow 22. The driver's name is Burt Eade, and they live in a prefabricated house next to us. His sons Fraser and Philip are my best companions. The three of us, me, Patrick Frawley / Fraser Eade and Philip White. I remember winning the egg and spoon contest at the regional barracks at the Queen’s Party in 1953.

I won a bag of marbles for this. Riding books and skating racing on Granville Mountain. Catch spinach at the hare and billet bar next to Greenwich Park and skate on the pond. Go to the sandpit at the bottom of the pagoda garden and swing on the rope hanging from the tree. Reflection is dangerous. Walk to Catford’s pet corner. We had a lot of freedom in those days. At the weekend, we would go out in the morning and not come back until late. Such a beautiful memory. In contrast, my three sons grew up very smoothly. These days, I spend half of my time doing business in China, and my second hometown makes me young.

Hi Norman.

Thank you for sending memoirs.

Your name does ring with me, you

Remember a guy named Kenneth Tucker,

Live in those prefabs.

I think the greengrocer you mentioned is Fennett?

I don't remember the butcher either.

I believe Sainsbury's is next door to the baker Jobbins on the corner of Bennett Park???

Hi, Bob. I can't believe you mentioned Ken Tucker, who lives in the prefab house in front of me. My prefab was restored to a healthy state, and Kens was in St. Germans Place. Ken is one of my best friends, I haven't seen him in 35 years. I believe he is a fireman. We both went to Baiyang Technical College. My wife was at Wimbledon about 20 years ago. She heard this sound. She recognized it and looked down at Ken Tucker in a firefighter uniform. At the time, Wimbledon was hiring firefighters as commissioners. Tell me how do you know Ken Tucker.

Hi Norman,

Please send me an email from my private email address:

rgland (mark office) home page (dot) nl

Because other people on this list may not be interested in our memories of Blackheath.

I also work for Mrs. Coultate, and I know her two sons have opened shops. I still work at Fenners on Saturday. I walk the dog at lunch

Photo of Madeleine from the flower shop at the top of the village.

Callens is another shop, and Mr. Finners’ sister also has a tea shop not far away. I went to John Bauer Elementary School and worked as a seaman in Greenwich for a few years. My childhood memory is that I walked through the Greenwich Tunnel to the island in the Dog Park. We used to watch a free movie on TV at 1pm. The back of the truck sitting on the ground. I left to become an apprentice, and my parents moved out of London in 1967. I was born in a house without electricity on a forest hill in 1949, and I moved to Blackheath in 1954 and went to the lawn terrace

Hi Trevor

If you were born in 1949 and attended John Ball school, you might remember my step-brother Alan Kaszubowski

Hi Trevor, I also grew up in Blackheath (Blackheath.), sang at St. Margarets Church (St. Margarets Church), and lived with Charlie Plumb (Charlie Plumb) near the lawn terrace. Become good friends. Maybe you have relatives. -I live in the United States. In the past 50 years.

Hello there.

I forgot how to write and post comments on this website?

I wonder if it is still running? Hope this might appear on your website?

Anyway, I used to live in Kidbrooke, born in 1939, until I left the United States to live

In 1961. (California and now Washington).

I went to Sherington Rd School in Charlton, then Charlton Central, and finally Kidbrooke Comprehensive School.

I love Blackheath Village. My family and I have wonderful memories

The years we grew up there remembered what many critics said Roxy, Pub, Ortons grocery store. Then there is the lovely Blackheath! We used to walk through the grounds of Morden College to reach the wasteland and the village.

Pond, t searching for the market in the wasteland, there are many good memories, and there are more content worth talking about. I also took ballet lessons there, still remember

Bakery and Catholic church.

We have a friend who lives with his parents in The Paragon. If anyone might know him, his name is Colin Campbell?

I don't know where this is, or just lost in cyberspace, so it's over now.

Thanks for all the good memories.

Jennifer BUNN Fowler (Jennifer BUNN Fowler).

Between 1953 and 1956, I boarded with Mr. Gumbleton at 173 Gunner Mountain Road, Mrs. Gilbert at 3 Babe Road, and Mrs. Jocelyn at 11 Glenluth Road.

I was a frequent visitor at St. John’s Church and served as a short-term waiter. It was also at St. John's. I was a member of a group of more than 20 people. They met at the memorial after night service. At this or another meeting place on Vicarage Avenue, the underground train will interrupt the meeting.

I remember going to the "Roxy" and "Gaumont" cinemas.

I used to cycle to and from the dock on the North River on a relatively quiet road, and rode a truck through the tunnel. Even when driving at low speeds, it is a pain to ride uphill in Greenwich Park.

At the beginning of 1956, I crossed the river to Barking and spent the rest of my life. Unfortunately, I have not returned to Blackheath since then, and want to know all the good people I met during my good time here, including the one above, and Shirley at 139 Old Dover Road Shirley Flew, and Monica Williams at 12 Shooting Hill.

My great-great-grandparents lived in Shooters Hill and later Point Hill. Great-grandfather Cecil was a local copper mine. His "bullet" once housed all the bars, including a bar on the wasteland, and they rushed to the standard , And then returned to a bar. After a quick sniff in the park, my ears ash. Obviously my late great-grandmother was famous for being a tyrant, but I miss her. She once told me stories about the area and the navy.

Hi Bob, it’s nice to read your memories of Blackheath, although ypou left only one year after I was born on the Wemyss Highway in 1957, which is almost the same as my early memories there. I went to John Ball Elementary School and spent a lot of time sitting at the marshalling yard next to Blackheath station, watching the old steam engine on the shunting locomotive instead of listening to the class! My brother and I and a few friends also had a paper round with Mrs. Coultate. I also thought of my son Frank, who opened a shop opposite the shop. I also get along well with a family (now I forgot their name), this family runs a non-operating license next to his store, which used to cater for banquets. Some of us also work with milkman at Express Dairy on Wemyss Road. Later, I worked with Holmes Plate in Blackheath Grove, which is located at the far end, close to the railway line. It is mainly located down the street. Someone told me that it used to be a theater and ice rink, although I never found anything when I searched the Internet. Would love to know more about this building. Lloyd

Hello. I remember that you are a student at John Ball School. Don’t you have Brother Lane and Sister Sue? I still keep in touch with Su. We reconnected in Amsterdam where I lived for 30 years. I have a younger brother, Steve. It's great to read all the reviews here. I have such wonderful memories! Kem

Hello there

Does anyone know the history of 1 Lawn Terrace in Locale Restaurant now? Did you hear that it used to be a toothpaste factory?

Ollie

When checking in at Neil Rhind’s Blackheath Village & Environs, there was no mention of the toothpaste factory. It seemed that they were all domestic servants’ cabins.

Thank you Bob.

Don't know where I heard it from. It must be individual, because it is an independent building and it is very large. The house next door or even further away may be what you call a domestic servant’s cabin.

I will ask further.

Thank you

Maybe the taste of the food? I have only eaten there once, but the toothpaste is much better than the meal I ate...

ing! I used to work here (for two months in 2006) and the food was substandard, so they stole all our tips. I hope they leave the village.

Lloyd Rich said: "Holmes plating in Blackheath Grove...I was told that it used to be a theater and an ice rink"

Neil Rheind’s book says that there is a skating rink in Blackheath Grove, where the sorting office of the Royal Post is located, and (I think—I don’t have Neil’s book yet) built on the railway prior to. It has a history of 160 years.

He said in Neil's book: "It's an ice rink, narrow

Land between the grove and the railway line

It became a house electroplating project and a post office sorting center"

I must admit, I thought it was an ice rink, not an ice rink.

Thanks to all the information provided on the old Holmes electroplating website. I heard that this is a theater/skating rink, but I am not sure if it is an ice rink or an ice rink. I don't know if it is also in the old post office warehouse, although it makes sense because the ice rink needs to be a fairly large building. I will have to get a book by Neil Rhinds and would like to find out the date of this building and that of Sherlock Holmes. I was told that the Holmes building is actually part of the ice rink/theatre, and what I can remember from working there is that I can easily see the theater there.

Highly recommend his book. The main (light green) is usually sold in Heath's bookstore. The yellow one is out of print and the price is higher, but I once bought one from the Cancer Research store! More information

I think the horns and fans need to persuade Neal to republish the book.

I read the above article with great interest in finding Holmes Plating Ltd. This is because my father worked as a silver finish painter in Holmes in 1930/39, and I was a metal polisher there in the 50s. Reading the reviews triggered some distant memories, and maybe someone could even jog further. I think in all Saint’s schools that I went to a school that was supposed to be 1936/8. Is there a way to check this? Is the damage to V2 the death of a child? Like some readers, I also experienced the beginning of a lightning strike. I lived on the Glengall Terrace across from Old Kent Road. I only walked twice with the soggy and musty smell of Anderson, and the damp mattress in England! I was lucky to be evacuated to Ventry North for 4.5 years

I now live in California, just like the past 31 years

Former British David

Blackheath Grove was named Avenue before 1947. In 1940, the basement of the former gentlemen's club was converted into a bomb shelter in 1940. You can still see the wartime "3" and the cast iron staircase leading to the entrance. Therefore, this should have been an emergency shelter for Holmes employees, as it could easily accommodate 50 people and was well protected by the still standing high-blast wall. Can people outside remember this building before 1960?

An air-raid shelter for the plating workers in Holmes.

When the raid got worse, a concrete shelter was built, but the old joy

Jack Holmes really likes us to use it, because stopping work cost him money, so

He bought us all tin hats so that we can continue working in the raid

Dear David,

My senior lived in Glengall Terrace, but it was earlier than before the Blitz. I currently live in Australia, but before I sold my house and left southeast London, I visited Glengall Terrace in particular to see that the house survived the destruction of the terrace when V2 hit Waite Street. Do you remember which number in Glengall Terrace?

I remember one thing, when you came within a few yards,

In the vicinity of the works, there is always a harsh chemical smell in the air, and I often wonder what kind of people are working inside.

The smell you are referring to is nitric acid, which is used to clean brass and emits yellow smoke. Sometimes the train has to stop after leaving the station, they will smell very good. But it’s scary to get them into the eyes, and the only way to remove it is to fill your partner’s mouth with water and spit.

From 1972 to 1974, I worked at Holmes Plate and then worked again around 76/77. This is a smelly workplace, but you are used to it, and the situation is worse in summer because there are a lot of hot water tanks available for flushing work. But we also have a lot of protective clothing, gloves, masks and rubber aprons, clothes, which can be very uncomfortable in summer. But I really enjoy this job. The process of learning electroplating is very interesting. I work in a union most of the time, where I specialize in gold, silver and platinum electroplating. During my tenure, the staff and management were very friendly. When I was there, there was another man working in a famous murder case, and he did commit suicide in a work using cyanide.

Bob

What a wonderful memory!

I moved to Blackheath in 1950 and attended All Saint's School before going to Cartford Central School. (75 buses were taken outside Sainsburys for the entire journey). My father is the station master at Greenwich Station, and we live in the apartment above Blackheath Station. There is a small green door between the butcher shop (Tuckers?) and the flower shop. This passage leads to the front door of the apartment. Because of our name, our mail is often mistakenly delivered to the department store on the way.

I remember most stores mentioned by others. In addition, there is a philatelic shop, and I spent a lot of pocket money. There is a barber shop in the house maze behind the Royal Parade, where many engine drivers used to cut hair. I remember talking to them about the performance of various locomotives working off-site. In the Royal Parade, there was an electrician Schofield, and I played with Rene and Philip Schofield. They also went to all Saints' schools. Somewhere in the highest village, is there no British restaurant that can provide economical Chinese food?

After looking for the fallen copper coins, we often walked the wasteland with others. Another way to make money is to collect soda for the Victoria Wine Company store? Opposite Hinds store.

It reminds people of letting a light and light wooden boat row across the Prince of Wales Pond. I have a friendly Micheal Jones who lives in a "shed" next to a hare and billet pond. His father owns a pre-war Talbot 75 supercar. There were few people driving at that time, and cycling was a special enjoyment.

Kenneth Tucker’s name is ringing, and I remember Ronnie Charlesworth, Ann Blackman, Derek Pegram and Eric Pegram in "All Saints" Foss?

In 1953, my father was promoted and we moved to an apartment at Catford Bridge Station, so I slowly lost contact with Blackheath.

I have just started "bank surfing" and Blackheathbugle is a super discovery-thank you.

Other memories of trawl gray matter. There is a second-hand bookstore at the end of the Royal Parade Ground. When the Greenwich Council Timber Store on the edge of the Maze Mountain was burned down, a fire broke out for miles around. Before joining All Saints' Church, the teacher (Mr. Rhodes?) bought a delicate brown Harris Tweed suit. When he joined the school, he was embarrassed to find that it was the same warning as the ranger who took care of the wasteland. In addition, there is a large cylindrical cast iron fireplace in the room where the school’s top classroom is located, which sometimes glows red​​.

I believe this is enough!

My father, Keith Watson, was a disaster relief signalman along Gravesend and Cuxton, and a crossing goalkeeper in Charlton Lane. There was a period of time from the beginning to the middle of the decade. Arriving in the disaster of St Johns Wood and being arrested for assaulting a person who robbed his body but was never prosecuted, this troubled him for many years.

My late grandfather, Bob (Walter) Watson, was as famous as his father Cecil when he was around Blackheath, and I remember him walking in with him in the early 70s In many shops in the village, everyone seems to know him

Cecil and his wife own many properties at the top of Point Hill. As far as I know, the Luftwaffe did a lot of work to reduce the portfolio during the Second World War.

Ian

I still remember the night when the Lewisham train crashed on December 4, 1957. It was a terrible night, with dense fog, causing the driver of the British Battle-class locomotive "Spitfire" to send a red signal at St. John's Railway Station. That night, my father was on duty at the Ladywell station not far from the crash site. After the crash, many "pedestrian injured" passengers boarded the car.

There is no doubt that our fathers know each other from the nature of their profession.

I do hope this is not far from the Blackheath thread.

David, look at Google Street View. You can see the rural flower shop next door to the butcher's shop. There is an alley between them, although there is no green door, no flat signs, and no above the train station. Good hunting!

Thank you for your attention. On the street view, the door between the butcher shop and the flower shop is now black with a white notice on it. The plants in the flower shop hinder the whole thing. If you walked through the gate in the 50s, there will be an alley in the courtyard between the shops. Then, you enter the garden of the Station House and walk down a few steps on the right side until you reach the platform level, where there are waiting rooms, toilets, etc. Behind these facilities, there is a front door leading to the corridor of the station house. When entering the passage, there is a staircase that leads directly to the apartment above the station "up" platform facilities. This is a very spacious residence. Some rooms look out from above the platform, and you can look down at the passengers on the platform below.

Look at the street scene, there are obviously big trees in the garden now

The chimney of the apartment can be seen above and behind the flower shop. The satellite view also shows the trees and the vertices and ridges of the roof above the roof.

Does the email address you gave Norman in 2009 still exist? I may be able to browse some photos in some places to scan for you.

Hello david

Yes, I still have the same email address.

Express Dairy’s conversation brought me memories – in 1958, when I was a baby, we moved into a new house in The Keep. I think when I was about 2 years old, I was walking around with the milkman, Palmer, and he told me the story of using some kind of carriage to transport milk to the big house that Span was there before building The Keep.

Raggitty Anne is the current residence of Oddbins. When I was about 15 or 16 years old, I worked on Florian's sliced ​​sausage on Saturday, so it was about 1973/4. The Polish mother and aunt of Florian ran this place. There is a Scandinavian shop on the hill, which is now a bathroom shop. Remember the original Cave Austin? I want some kind of grocery store. Hext, Fenners and maybe the butcher are still nearby and have maintained a 50-year history-or am I forgetting some?

If you are using Google, enter "Express Dairy Horse Drawn Milk Float" in the search box and click the "Photo" box, which has a black and white photo.

Hello everyone, I noticed while reading some of the latest topics that David and Ian mentioned the terrible train accident in St. John's in December 1957. Just wanted to let you know that there is a book about this disaster that I read recently, and it covers the accident from all angles. Called

. Very sad, but very interesting.

As soon as I discovered this wonderful attraction, I was immersed in the memories of Blackheath. My history can be traced back to the early 1930s, through wars and adulthood.

I recently published my memoir "A Chronicle of a Timid Lover" for family and friends.

I am referring to the Mitchell farm opposite the St. James Church, where we raced in the loft. On the basement window of Kidbrook Park Road Apartments, I often see "Old Mitchell" walking past our house, leading a majestic Sharma, Mick or Toby, to the horseshoe.

I like to watch the carriage at work. I still remember the ding of the hammer on the anvil and the pungent smell of the hot horseshoe burning into the bones. charming!

I want to know if any of your readers remember that smithy. I'm pretty sure it is located at the corner of Old Dover Road and Sunfields Place, although my brother Frank (just turned 89) thinks it is Bowater Place. Who is right?

BB promised to include my memoir soon. I hope they have a pleasant day in Blackheath and its surrounding area.

Stanley Lover

Looking forward to reading your "Memoirs of Blackheath".

Bob Land

Hi Stanley,

Just read your wonderful article. My name is Linda Faulkner and I was the daughter of Danchy Faulkner of Express Dairy Farm Kidbrooke. Mom was very excited when I read what you said to her. If you want to send by email:

We would love to hear from you.

Kindest regards

Linda

I grew up in Blackheath in the 1940s. I left here in 1958. Reeves and Jones were in Dragut before moving to Blackheath Village. Road (Delacourt Road). I still miss Blackheath, it will always be my home.

Please don't let them change it.

Hello Stanley, I live near Bowater Square from the 1940s to the 1950s.

On the corner of Bowater Place is The British Oak Tavern, on the opposite corner is the chimney sweep, on the corner of Sunfield is the private Drakes News Agency, and in my time, opposite the Gilberts builder’s backyard was a bomb. Website", it seems that the "blacksmith's shop" could have been there, and you are right. I still remember that I thought these county horses were taken somewhere near Lnagton Road.

Greetings

Sheila

Just saw your comment on the blacksmith shop on the corner of Sunfields Place and Old Dover Road. I lived in Sunfields Place before being destroyed by a V2 rocket on November 30, 1944. The name of the smithy was Mr. McKechnie. Pat Craig

My grandfather once talked about the blacksmith shop because he used to repair parts for Austin 7 there until he had to go to someone who could continue working in Westerham, and he transported the car well until the early 70s. At that time he replaced it with one. 2 liters victory Vitesse.

Hi! Who can remember the prefab houses built after the war? I lived there when I was a child and moved when I was about 5 years old. I know that I started school in Halloween in 1950 and moved around 1951. I went looking for them in 2006, and no one told me they would do that. My address is 70 Hollyhedge Bungalows Blackheath se3, I hope someone can help me. Vanessa Kells (Vanessa Kells).

The Holly Hedge Bungalow is obviously on Wat Tyler Road.

Thank you again, Bob.

I have seen Wat Tyler Road on Google and I did take that road and followed that road because I did say to my husband that I might be a prefab. The funny thing is that even though I was only 5 years old when I left Blackheath, these things have been rippling in my mind all these years. I am glad to finally find where they are.

Hi, Vanessa, my residence and I think this is Hollyhedge Bunglows No. 9 and they are all on St. Oste Road, Mount Pond Road, Taylor Road (Wat Tyler Road) and Hare & Billet Road (Hare & Billet Road) Surrounded by a piece of land. You can see Hollyhedge House and what we used to call the "bottom line" on Google Earth, which is the slanted green area we used to play. I think we moved there after you left around 1953. I have a picture of me and my sister in the snow. It was published in the Facebook group "Growing in Blackheath and Greenwich in the 1950s and 1960s".

Hi, I used to live in Hollyhedge House where all the prefabs are still nearby.

What you call "inclination" is called "large inclination". In summer, we usually slide it onto a polished hard board. They are called "big dipping sauces" to distinguish them from the "small dipping sauces" beside Greenwich Park where we used to ride bicycles.

Hello Brenda and Vanessa,

please enter

St. Germans Place on Google Blackheath and click on the image

You should find a picture of a painting, click on it at the beginning, and it should bring up two paintings, one of which is a prefab of St. Deutsches Square, and the other is a work I think is Hollyhedge.

Does anyone remember the old riding school on the corner of Baisdon Road? I remember that house was dilapidated

In the early 1950s.

Hello, my name is Irene. I lived at 29 Hollyhedge Bulgalows Street in the early 1950s. My family and family lived there until 1960. My brother and I attended John Bauer School. I would love to hear about anyone living in the bungalow at the time.

I left a message a few days ago (February 10, 2013).

I was born in Hollyhedge bungalow in 1958. My mother is Pam, and his parents are Ada and Arthur.

Does anyone know why there are some traces (cinder?) on the wasteland near the Ranger's hut? My father misled me and took me there to practice cycling skills (more like grazing leg skills!)

Hi Victor.

Scroll back to 2 posts, one of which is from David Hinds, December 25, 2011

The other is myself, on December 26, 2011. We talked about the cinder loop circuit.

Hi, my name is Adrian. Is your brother Jeffrey? I have two brothers Kevin and Patrick. We live in Holly Bungalow 22

Hello Irene

I think you and I are at John Bauer School at the same time

What's the last name of you and your brother

kind regards

Roland Evans

I must add that this is a great website. I have been looking for something like this for a long time. It brings back great memories. Thank you everyone who commented!

Vanessa Kells (Vanessa Kells).

I remember that man was on the grass side of Heath, along the length of St. Deutsches Square.

"Thank you" Bob.

I will search on the map of Blackheath again and try to pick up St Germans Place.

I now live in Australia, and since I started working in 1957, I was only ten years old when my parents immigrated here.

I have a picture of my sister and I was taken outside the bungalow where we lived. When I came to England in 2006, I tried to find out where they were built, but no one could help me. So thank you again.

Your excellent history of running in Blackheath prompted me to wonder, from 1925 to the war years since I was a child, and then as an adult, I took a train to London through Blackheath Station every day, give me Leave some memories.

My autobiography "Timid Lover" (limited edition) narrates all aspects of life and may expand the interesting stories provided by readers.

The center of my vivid memory is Mitchell’s Farm next to St. James’ Church; the terrible alley behind Heath Church; playing in and around the pond; the rise and fall of THE ROXY cinema; the bonfire party and the fair in the former mine Full of broken rocks from bombs; Carol sings to raise a penny for the gas meter; arrested as 7 years old. A member of a thief gang; those huge steam locomotives went in and out of the station vigorously before the electric train took the scene. Billboard and sledding on snow slopes on hot days in Greenwich Park; school days in Blackheath and Kidbrooke C of E on Old Dover Rd; Rectory Field in the heyday of Blackheath Rugby Club, and Kent and Surrey The battle of cricket between and among other places.

But where do you start? My memoir is too long to quote, but one or two of the above may be particularly interesting.

Hi Bob, you just checked out Google Earth and found St German's Place. I can't believe this is the only part of the blackheath I haven't seen! Does anyone know the sales year of the prefabs?

Obviously, there are also Prefabs in The Wat Tyler Road near Hollyhedge House, so they are called bungalows.

Take a look at these two websites:

Thank you Bob.

I checked these sites "very good", thank you! Bring back many memories. It is definitely the location of Holly's hedge bungalow. I remember telling me when I went to find my husband that it was where I thought they would go, and it felt right. Think about it, I should have gone to school when I was in the UK 55 years ago. This made me feel so much better that my trip was not in vain. It has been in my mind for all these years, I need to find out whether I am growing up or my life has started. I just like this website and keep working hard. Regards Vanessa Kells

Hi Vanessa

Can you visit both websites (see below)

Readers who watch movies at THE ROXY CINEMA on Old Dover Road may wonder what 9y.o is. The boy felt the birth of a palace of dreams and drama. This is his story.

Excerpts from Chronicle of Timid Lovers: Chapter 7

Music

In 1934, we read a notice fixed on the wall opposite the Royal Standard Bar. Our life became better. The wall was the intersection of Old Dover Road and Charlton Road;

coming soon!

ROXY CINEMA will

Build on this website

We have never seen a photo, but the older partner who was taken to watch silent movies by our parents gave us some expectations. The new entertainment sounds more exciting than the slideshow lectures on the African villages we endured at school, when football was rejected in the afternoon due to bad weather.

In the next few months, we will visit the site regularly to check progress. When the bright modern cinema emerged from the demolished ruins, we counted almost all the bricks laid and urged the builders to act quickly.

Until the opening day, stories in local newspapers aroused more and more excitement. We learned that the architect is Mr. Bertie Crewe. 1,300 jack-up seats (750 downstairs and 550 on the balcony) are waiting to be paid. The large-scale Werlitzer pipe organ imported from the United States will accompany the audience to sing with the brilliant notes from dozens of pipes.

On the grand opening day of February 11, 1935, hundreds of excited people milled around the stylish front door of our luxurious new cinema. When I was nine years old, there was a long line that stretched from the gate of Old Dover Road to the corner and along the entire length of the building to the parking lot behind.

The moment I crossed the threshold, I walked into another world. I stared at the magnificent decoration-bright cream walls, sparkling chandeliers, and crimson carpet in the foyer, leading the large staircase to the balcony. The long Burgundy red velvet curtains draped down, creating a warm and luxurious atmosphere.

Excited anticipation echoed in the crowded hall. Inside, the auditorium glows red from the comfortable plush seats and ceiling to the curtains on the stage.

I hurriedly asked to be in the middle of the front row. When the curtain slid open, I stared at the huge white screen. This is the canvas I used to shoot spectacular animated pictures. My gateway to a new world-a lifetime.

Until that day, my knowledge of the situation beyond the tiny cocoons that existed was limited to hoarse sounds and music heard through battery-powered wireless devices. One or two cartoon boys; in family conversations, some vague mentions of war, famine and disasters seem to be serious, but they are beyond my understanding.

My front row view blocked the crowded audience behind me, allowing me to concentrate. Just me, the screen and my imagination-nothing, no one else. My thoughts are empty, but I am willing and eager to discover new sights and sounds. Absorb outside knowledge. Due to inner conspiracy, violence, tenderness, and love, virtual participation intensified my inner openness to strange emotions. I am going to absorb everything displayed on that huge white canvas.

In a half-squatting posture, with my feet sitting on the seat, arms hugging my legs, and my chin exposed on my knees, I was drawn into the wonderland like Alice and wandered in another universe. I was fascinated by the first appearance of the characters from the opening bar of pop music and the twenty-foot-high dynamic, talking, and singing characters.

For four years, until we left Kidbrooke, Roxy was a vital part of my life. I learned a lot from the outside world; what is right and wrong; a series of roles and situations that I might face as an adult. I feel that the reaction to people and the environment has long been deep.

Roxy became the ABC cinema in 1963; it closed in February 1974 and reduced to rubble in April 1981. At the time I wrote this letter, this was a modern shop by Marks & Spencers.

The tragic ending of a glorious era.

Article about Holmes Electroplating Company. Valle Blackheath Village. I worked here from 1941 until I was 14 and until I was called in 1944. The working conditions were shocking. The salary was 4p per hour, including all known acids and poisons. , No protective clothing is just a pair of wooden logs.

Not many people in the village know that this is a war factory that makes parts for aircraft

Work with other governments.

If v2 drops a little on the road, there will be a lot

casualties. I remember I have seen the pilot of a plane that dropped a bomb

When it passed through the black wasteland, it killed all the children in Sandhurst School

During our dinner time. If you are interested, there are more stories.

In my 85 years now, but there is much more about Blackheath after the war

My father was "digging with Mrs. Donovan at No. 7 St. Deutsches Square" and recorded the day in his diary on Wednesday, July 5, 1944. Drones raid all day long. explosion. Fortunately still alive. In the air raid cellar about 40 yards from the crater. "

Hi Reg, it’s nice to read your memories of working on Holmes plating. It sounds like a really bad place back then. When I worked there in the early 1970s, things were just a little better, even though we did have some Protective clothing, but it's not that it is very helpful to prevent acid from flowing to the arms, etc.! In summer, this is also a very hot and dirty place. It’s nice to read that it was also involved in the war, but I never knew it, although of course I knew that many such companies did such work during the war. I used to live on Wemyss Road on No. 10. I was not born in that house until 1957, but I know that No. 1-9 were destroyed in the Blackheath explosion, and the side of No. 10 still shows that today’s scars had to be rebuilt Side wall. Once again, I do thank yo

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Since the establishment of cinemas such as Barrow, Ulverston, Dalton and Millom, news media featuring national and local events have appeared.

If pioneer pilots come to the town and bring a thrilling experience to the public, then they hope to find their films in Hollywood or the latest British film studios in one to two weeks.

At the North West Film Archive (North West Film Archive) the Ulverston Coronation Hall movie night, you can appreciate the rare relics of the news age.

The movie night is called a carnival on the movie and can be watched at 7.30 pm on March 16 (Thursday).

It includes materials from Barrow, Furness Abbey, Ulverston, and the tuberculosis sanitarium in High Carley near Urswick.

The fascinating selection of films also reflects Furness's industrial activities and traditions from the 1900s to the 1980s.

When such films are made, they are first shown in the cinema in the Coronation Hall

The Palladium Cinema on Victoria Road in Ulverston opened in 1920 and can accommodate 815 people.

Around 1929, it was equipped with a sound system to play "intercom" movies.

It closed in October 1957 and was demolished around 1965.

The Ulverston Roxy Cinema opened on Monday, June 21, 1937, with "Rose Marie" starring Nelson Eddy and Jeanette Macdonald.

The cinema was designed by Drury and Gomersall for the James Brennan circuit. The cinema has several cinemas in Furness.

It can accommodate a total of 1,250 seats, of which 850 are located in the booths and 400 are located in the circle and balcony.

In the 1970s, movie theaters were shared with bingo games.

The last traditional downtown cinema to close in Barrow was Ritz at the corner of Abbey Road and Holker Street, and later Apollo.

It was built by the huge Huge Rainey in accordance with James Brennan's plan and is the newest and most luxurious cinema in northern England.

On September 14, 1936, Mayor Bram Longstaffe (Bram Longstaffe) opened.

The first show includes a Mickey Mouse cartoon and music from the organ of the Crompton Cinema, which rises from below the stage.

It can accommodate up to 2,000 people in its luxurious folding seats.

After the war, it was part of the ABC chain and had a minor club-they had their own badge and entered at a discounted price on Saturday morning.

It was sold and became Astra in 1977, and the main auditorium was divided into three smaller cinemas.

After Apollo moved to Hollywood Park, the ruin became a ruin, and the site is now where Emlyn Hughes' office is located.

Electric on Buccleuch Street was Barrow’s first purpose-built cinema, which opened on September 8, 1910.

Its cleanliness did not attract people's attention, and it earned the title of Bug House or Bug Hut.

It is also one of the first people in the country to have "two seats" in the back row for courtship. Closed on June 20, 1957.

Of all the cinemas lost in Barrow, the stadium has always been considered the most attractive.

It is near the intersection of Abbey Road and Rawlinson Street and opened on September 8, 1914.

It is the first luxurious cinema in the town and has its own orchestra to provide dramatic music for silent films.

The Gymnasium was the first person to show an "intercom" movie-the first was Jolson among Jazz Singers in March 1929.

In the late 1940s, it also featured a naked stage performance, which was called "a performance, you cannot see if you blush easily"

Those who blush easily are members of the "Purity League" that previously banned performances.

The stadium can accommodate more than 1,000 people and was closed in January 1964.

The old Walney cinema is located on Natal Road. It opened on November 1, 1915. It was designed to provide "safe" for thousands of new workers in the Vickers ammunition factory. entertainment.

It was opened by Lord D'Abernon, Chairman of the Liquor Control Committee.

The cinema also hosts variety shows and concerts and is a venue for Walney amateurs.

Closed on June 20, 1959.

On March 22, 1913, Essoldo on Abbey Road began to live in the form of Gaiety Theatre and Picturedrome.

It began to display "Talkies" in 1930.

It was renamed Essoldo in 1950 and closed in 1964.

On August 9, 1937, the Odeon Cinema at the corner of Cavendish Street and Dalkeith Street opened under the name The Roxy.

It was built in the outer shell of the Old Royal Theatre and is owned by James Brennan.

The first movie was "Light Travel" starring Errol Flynn.

In November 1945, the name was changed to Odeon, and it had its own children's club called Birthday Club.

The name was changed to "Classic" in 1967 and closed in June 1976, named after "Champers Nightclub".

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