BermondseyBoy

I almost brought this up a few weeks ago but didn't know how to go about it. I think most of the recent posts have been too far out to be considered suitable for Bermondsey Boy. I very nearly decided to stop logging on. If it was meant to be a general site about South London I am sure you would have...

My Great Aunt Rose was killed in a bombing raid at 34 Grange Road, Bermondsey on 15th November 1940. Her two sons Edward Victor 3 and Frederick 11 also died in the basement with her. In Memory of Civilian ROSE MARY STAPLETON Civilian War Dead who died age 42 on 15 November 1940 of 34 Grange Road. Da...

This photo was taken outside The Red Cow in the 1950s. My Nan Elsie Voss is on the left. I think the two in the car are actors and may have been filming locally. Any ideas who everyone is?

Vossy53

This is a photo of my granddad Charlie Voss sitting in Cookseys scrapyard in Pages Walk almost at the site of the bomb where his sister was killed.

My great Aunt Rose Stapleton was killed with her two young sons Edward and Frederick when a bomb hit their house on the corner of Pages Walk and Grange Road on 15th November 1940. This building must be named after her.

My Dad who is now 88 and lived in Keyes Road ( formerly Alfred Street) told me recently that he remembers the pillar box on the corner of Spa Road opposite the Town Hall being blown up by the IRA in their bombing campaign in London just about when the War started in 1939/1940.
Vossy53

My brother lives in Cornwall now but he orders a big box of Pies and liquor from Manzies every few months. They freeze well so he has a bit of Bermondsey in Cornwall every week. My Dad and I however must be the only Bermondsey boys who DONT LIKE pie and mash. My Dad wont eat a pie unless my Mum make...

George Horton was my Granddad. He was the porter ay Guinness Buildings from before the War up until the old blocks were demolished. He used to sweep the grounds every day with a great big broom. He called it his yard broom and I always though it was because it was three feet across. My brother and I...

and this is my Granddad Charlie Voss working under the Hays Wharf at low tide.

My Dad, Bill Voss was a blacksmith at Hays Wharf in Tooley Street in the 1950s and 60s. He is shown on the left of the photo with all his colleagues from the Blacksmiths shop. You can still see some of his iron work on some of the older buildings in the Tooley Street area.