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The Return Of Gemma Brooker

March 5, 2014
by the gentle author

On the corner of Gun St & Brushfield St, 1967

On the corner of Gun St & Brushfield St, 2014

When Gemma Brooker came upon Philip Marriage‘s 1967 photograph of the corner of Gun St published in these pages, she was astonished to recognise the cafe ran by her grandmother where her parents had worked and where she spent many hours as a young child, but which she had not seen since 1948 when she was nine years old.

Last week, she came back to Spitalfields to take a look around and I photographed her standing outside Verdes, where her grandmother had lived in the first floor flat, and looking across Gun St to the opposite street corner where the family cafe once stood. The old iron bollard is the only visual clue which links the two photographs yet, upon her return more than sixty years later, Gemma found the fifty-yard stretch of Gun St that was the demarcation of her childhood landscape still evoked vivid emotional memories of her early formative years in Spitalfields.

Verdes has been restored but, although the opposite corner has been entirely rebuilt, Gemma was fascinated to observe that the falafel shop upon the site today has adopted the same layout as her grandmother’s cafe.

Similarly, as we wandered down Gun St, Gemma pointed out the doorstep where – in her memory – an old Jewish woman always sat plucking chickens and, even where the buildings had been replaced, she was able to recall the stories of the former landmarks that once stood there. At the end of Gun St, Gemma was overjoyed to discover her childhood sweet shop and I found, as we walked together and she told me the stories, her childhood vision of this tiny corner of Spitalfields in the nineteen-forties came alive for me too.

“My father Giovanni Batista Giovannoni was born in Leather Lane, but his parents came over from Italy. My grandmother Gemma came from Piazza al Sercio near Lucca and he came from another village nearby.

I was born in University College Hospital in 1939 when my father Fernando Albano Giovannoni was away in the services. We were sent all over the place during the war, including Scotland. It was only afterwards that we came to Spitalfields where my parents worked in my grandmother’s cafe. I don’t know why it was called C J Johnson, except that my grandfather’s name means “little John” and my uncle also adopted the surname Johnson when he joined the RAF in World War II because his Italian surname was embarrassing.

My grandmother ran the cafe, she had taken it on after my grandfather’s death. She lived next door above Verdes and my parents worked in the cafe. My husband remembers us visiting my grandmother and there were boxes stacked on the stairs from the fruit & vegetable trader below. My grandmother didn’t speak good English and my elder son is called Paul, so she used to call him Paulo. He remembers going up there for lunch and there’d  be this long table laid out with proper Italian food, and it used to take all afternoon

We lived in the Hackney Rd and a van came to pick us all at five in the morning to take us to the cafe. While my mother was working, my grandmother used to babysit me and she wanted to pierce my ears and teach me Italian, but my mother wouldn’t allow her because she was Irish – but I wish I could speak Italian now! My mother was called Mary Ann Maher and she came over from Tipperary when she was fourteen.

The cafe opened at five in the morning and closed around midday. There was a counter in the centre at the back and a cupboard in the wall on the right ,where the old men used to line up to use the illegal one-arm bandit that was concealed inside. It was always very busy with workers from the market and I remember the men with their newspapers picking out racehorses. I used to sit with them until it was time for me to go to my school in Gun St. I loved going to the cafe and seeing all the people. In Gun St, between the cafe and my school, there was a warehouse where a boy called Albert worked packing boxes and I used to go and speak with him on the way to school. I was in love with him.

The school was run by nuns, it was a Catholic school. We used to play in the cellar of the school at break time. It was massive, they had toys down there and chairs. My parents only allowed me to go as far as the paper bag shop in Gun St run by Mrs Bloch and her son Natey, they used to let me go upstairs and play on the piano. I think we had an aunt in Artillery Lane who also worked in the cafe too and we used to go there at Christmas. I never went into the Spitalfields Market because there all these men running around with barrows and it was dangerous to cross Brushfield St.

When I was nine, the cafe was sold and we moved to Chingford in 1948, but I love coming back because I feel this place is part of me.”

Gemma with her brother Eric and their mother Mary in the forties, when Mary worked in the cafe

Gemma (left) with her family at Southend in the forties

Gemma with her husband Dennis and their children in the seventies

Gemma outside the former Samuel Stores in Gun St where she bought sweets as a small child

Tony Hall’s photograph of Samuel Stores in the sixties with Gemma’s school in the background

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8 Responses leave one →
  1. Rosemary Hoffman permalink
    March 5, 2014

    Samuel Stores-I used to go there every day in the late 50′s.My parents managed the Kings Stores pub in Widegate Street at the other end of Artillery Passage and it was a stones throw away. I remember Mr Samuel very well. The shop was an incredible sight, plied high with lots of advertising matter, I believe that when the shop was cleared in the 70s they found 1920s ephemera there as well

  2. March 5, 2014

    One more moving lifetime story. — Childhood places remain ever-present!

    Love & Peace
    ACHIM

  3. Brian Weaver permalink
    March 5, 2014

    I really enjoyed reading about your memories, thanks for sharing them. Brian

  4. March 5, 2014

    A trip down Memory Lane, so glad Gemma discovered some of her childhood haunts. Ladies sitting outside plucking their chickens was a common sight in the East End, and always fascinating to watch! Valerie

  5. March 5, 2014

    Fabulous, love that story. Nicola http://islingtonfacesblog.com

  6. March 6, 2014

    How lovely to read about childhood memories. I can picture the ladies plucking their chickens on the steps.
    The family photos really bring it to life. I love Gemma’s stern expression in the first family photo.

  7. Harold Ullah permalink
    December 13, 2016

    I was just browsing this site looking at old buildings when I stumbled across this page.Just a year ago I had to get a copy of my birth certificate and found that I was born at No 52 Gun St.I thought I was born in London Hospital.I don’t have many memories of Gun St though as we moved when I was 4 years old.I definitely remember my older sister taking me to the sweet shop though.I was born in 1953.

  8. George Colonna permalink
    March 23, 2017

    Hi Gemma…
    Unbelievable…just put grandfather’s name…Battista Giovannoni into Google and this popped up…
    Hope we can get back in touch…Im in Houston Texas…
    On Facebook as …Geo Coll…
    Found Cousin Evalyn of Chingford…..but no others…sadly…
    George

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