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1. Karen Rennie permalink

   November 19, 2014

   I was stopped as I ate my breakfast today by the wonderful sight of my dear uncle Harry!
   He was one of five who were brought up at 95 Brick Lane, (now gone). He would stuff my pockets with chocolates when we visited. His hands were gnarled with chilblains but he was always laughing. He had a strong east end accent when he called my name. I would like to have known him better, but I was young.
2. michael leigh permalink

   November 19, 2014

   Used to love getting bagels after a good rummage down Cheshire Street back in the 90’s. Lovely nostalgic photos!

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