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	<description>In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London</description>
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		By: Kelly Walsh		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kelly Walsh]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[That looks like it could be my dad working on the car in bottom right hand corner.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That looks like it could be my dad working on the car in bottom right hand corner.</p>
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		By: Liz Turner		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Liz Turner]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[My dads aunt sis (Margaret) and her husband Sid( I think it was Sid) Cox lived in Shap Street with their 9 kids in one of them houses in the 40s, 50s and early 60s. He was a rag and bone man with a horse and cart and kept his horse under the arches near Liverpool Street station. Dad and my man used to get the 47 bus up there from Bromley]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dads aunt sis (Margaret) and her husband Sid( I think it was Sid) Cox lived in Shap Street with their 9 kids in one of them houses in the 40s, 50s and early 60s. He was a rag and bone man with a horse and cart and kept his horse under the arches near Liverpool Street station. Dad and my man used to get the 47 bus up there from Bromley</p>
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		By: Steve		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Steve]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[My grandparents lived in Shap Street for many years. I think number 25 - Albert and Clara Purnell. My mum used to take me, my brother and sister there every Saturday morning. Buses 38 and 22 were involved (we lived off Essex Road, Islington). We all used to walk into Hoxton and shop in the market. Lunch was, of course, at Cooke’s - pie or eels and mash (with liqueur, of course!).
In later years, we used to take my grandad to a local pub on a Sunday evening and the atmosphere was amazing - inevitable pianist, singing - it always felt like Christmas!
On reflection  the most amazing thing about Shap Street, for me, was the amount of houses that had their front doors left open all day.
Great grandparents, great memories...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My grandparents lived in Shap Street for many years. I think number 25 &#8211; Albert and Clara Purnell. My mum used to take me, my brother and sister there every Saturday morning. Buses 38 and 22 were involved (we lived off Essex Road, Islington). We all used to walk into Hoxton and shop in the market. Lunch was, of course, at Cooke’s &#8211; pie or eels and mash (with liqueur, of course!).<br />
In later years, we used to take my grandad to a local pub on a Sunday evening and the atmosphere was amazing &#8211; inevitable pianist, singing &#8211; it always felt like Christmas!<br />
On reflection  the most amazing thing about Shap Street, for me, was the amount of houses that had their front doors left open all day.<br />
Great grandparents, great memories&#8230;</p>
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