George V celebrated his silver jubilee in 1935. This was the occasion
of our first street party. A special holiday from school was given, and the
children received Silver Jubilee mugs. In the morning, we took our small
Union Jacks to wave, when the King and Queen passed by, in their
horse-drawn carriage, and to watch the accompanying procession through the
streets in Central London. I'm not sure where my family stood. It was
probably in the Royal Borough of Kensington, near Kensington Gardens; this
being our nearest large park, we knew it well.
I did not appreciate this event. Being seven years old, I could not see
over the heads of the people in front, and got tired of waiting. But while
we had been away the street had been decorated; strings passed high across
the street from upstairs windows on one side to those on the other side.
The men of the street must have got their ladders out while the rest of the
family watched the morning procession. The decorations were mainly
multi-coloured rags cut in strips, with a few prominent Union Jacks. There
were very few commercial paper decorations, the street dwellers could not
afford these. Sitting at trestle tables beneath the gay streamers, the
children had a street party. We wore coloured hats from crackers, as if it
were Christmas. As there were no parked cars, and little traffic in
residential streets, these parties were easy to arrange by the street
dwellers themselves. The women of the street had co-operated to make
jellies and cakes; there was much excitement and jubilation, and as we
drank our tea, we said "God bless the King!"
For days afterwards, my mother took me for walks round nearby streets,
admiring the decorations, which were left up for a week or more. Fane
Street was a narrow alley. May Street people looked down on it, but it too
had marvellous decorations, and we wondered how the people there had
managed it. I voted it the best display. Incidentally, Fane Street has
survived to this day, and is now a gentrified street, unlike demolished May
Street.
There was a similar street party in 1937 for the Coronation of George
VI. In between, I had heard my mother talking about the Duke of Windsor,
and got the impression that no-body wanted Mrs Simpson to be Queen because
she was American. "Why not have an American Queen, I asked". "It would be
fun!". I had not heard about divorce, and the rules then governing divorce
in the royal family.
My aunt May was always a keen royalist. She always loved to talk about
Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret, and there were articles about
them in the women's magazine my mother read. Mother liked to gossip about
them, but not so much about the serious news, at least not when I was
around.
But when Stephen King Hall attempted to give a talk on the "News for
Children", my parents urged me to listen I did not take their advice;
preferred reading scandal stories secretly in the "News of the World", and
it was not until the war started that I began reading the Daily Express
regularly, and started to listen to the news on the wireless.
I thought I was seeing the last of May Street in September 1st 1939
when I took a taxi from our house to Liverpool Street Station with my
parents. This was my first taxi ride and I wondered where we going. The
destination was Liverpool Street Station, there were blockages in the
roads; we did not think we would reach Liverpool Street, and for once in a
while my father seemed to have sufficient money; he kept giving the taxi
driver something extra so that we could find a way round.
"Why go away. Perhaps the war will not start", I thought. Late that day
we arrived at my grandmother's house in Manningtree, Essex. I did not see
the street again until 1940, when I returned for a few months, but never
again did I see it in a relaxed mood, and it never again seemed so friendly
as it had been in the late 1930s.