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	Comments on: The Highdays &#038; Holidays Of Old London	</title>
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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: Marcia Howard		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Marcia Howard]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2022 08:18:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wonderful images, albeit a bit before my time. I was born in a nursing home on Hampstead Heath, but grew up in Chelsea until the age of 11. Spent many a happy hour in the Museums of Kensington, and of course in Kensington Gardens and other London parks within walking distance of my childhood home. Too young to have gone on the big wheel at Earls Court, but did ride on the London Eye when it first opened. Another great post, so thank you Gentle Author]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wonderful images, albeit a bit before my time. I was born in a nursing home on Hampstead Heath, but grew up in Chelsea until the age of 11. Spent many a happy hour in the Museums of Kensington, and of course in Kensington Gardens and other London parks within walking distance of my childhood home. Too young to have gone on the big wheel at Earls Court, but did ride on the London Eye when it first opened. Another great post, so thank you Gentle Author</p>
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		By: Pence		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Pence]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2022 17:49:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I love the street sweepers cleaning the path.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the street sweepers cleaning the path.</p>
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		By: Lynne Perrella		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lynne Perrella]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2022 11:29:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&quot;Is it a bevy or a bash or......&quot;.  Clearly, its a hubbub.  And we&#039;re so fortunate to be right in the center of it, thanks to GA.   That top photo is a stand-alone, study-it-all-day, put-it-under-the-enlarging-glass, descriptive wonder.   The jostling motion, the barks and cries of boys and Bobbies, the scuffle of worn shoes, the smell of woolen jackets/uniforms, the closeness of bodies, the juggle of good-natured fun and &quot;Now I&#039;ve had just about ENOUGH of you lads&quot; frustration.   A few boys glance at the camera, and now WE are there.  

A wonderful treat on a Monday morning. 
Thank you, GA.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Is it a bevy or a bash or&#8230;&#8230;&#8221;.  Clearly, its a hubbub.  And we&#8217;re so fortunate to be right in the center of it, thanks to GA.   That top photo is a stand-alone, study-it-all-day, put-it-under-the-enlarging-glass, descriptive wonder.   The jostling motion, the barks and cries of boys and Bobbies, the scuffle of worn shoes, the smell of woolen jackets/uniforms, the closeness of bodies, the juggle of good-natured fun and &#8220;Now I&#8217;ve had just about ENOUGH of you lads&#8221; frustration.   A few boys glance at the camera, and now WE are there.  </p>
<p>A wonderful treat on a Monday morning.<br />
Thank you, GA.</p>
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		By: James Hurley		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[James Hurley]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2022 07:53:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A superb collection of images. Thank you.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A superb collection of images. Thank you.</p>
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		By: achim		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[achim]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2022 07:51:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Yes, the national holidays are already something important in the daily routine. It&#039;s just annoying when they fall on a Sunday, like yesterday. :-)

Love &#038; Peace
ACHIM]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, the national holidays are already something important in the daily routine. It&#8217;s just annoying when they fall on a Sunday, like yesterday. 🙂</p>
<p>Love &amp; Peace<br />
ACHIM</p>
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		By: Alison		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Alison]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2022 07:23:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I love the pictures of Hampstead Heath. I have a treasured letter from my Great Aunt Ivy, my dad’s aunt, replying to his request for more information about his dad’s family and explaining about the fiery and amusing relationship between his grandmother Minnie and his grandfather Gus Leach. My great grandmother, Minnie, was married to her cousin (much older) Gus Leach, who was a music hall chairman and proprietor. Minnie married him when she was 16, and on a holiday day not long after being wed, he took her  to The Old Bull and Bush, Hampstead (which was where the music hall community met up).  Women were not allowed inside (only men and ladies of disrepute). So she had to wait outside with the other wives. Apparently, she was brought a drink and told that her husband was busy chatting. Eventually she got so fed up waiting for her new husband, that she took their horse and trap and drove it back home to Brixton all by herself (where she lived with her husband’s parents). That night, after climbing in to bed with her mother-in-law for fear of repercussions for her actions, Gus arrived back home roaring with anger, and promptly in frustration at no audience for his anger, put a hole in her hat.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the pictures of Hampstead Heath. I have a treasured letter from my Great Aunt Ivy, my dad’s aunt, replying to his request for more information about his dad’s family and explaining about the fiery and amusing relationship between his grandmother Minnie and his grandfather Gus Leach. My great grandmother, Minnie, was married to her cousin (much older) Gus Leach, who was a music hall chairman and proprietor. Minnie married him when she was 16, and on a holiday day not long after being wed, he took her  to The Old Bull and Bush, Hampstead (which was where the music hall community met up).  Women were not allowed inside (only men and ladies of disrepute). So she had to wait outside with the other wives. Apparently, she was brought a drink and told that her husband was busy chatting. Eventually she got so fed up waiting for her new husband, that she took their horse and trap and drove it back home to Brixton all by herself (where she lived with her husband’s parents). That night, after climbing in to bed with her mother-in-law for fear of repercussions for her actions, Gus arrived back home roaring with anger, and promptly in frustration at no audience for his anger, put a hole in her hat.</p>
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		By: Sally Bates		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sally Bates]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2022 06:39:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Thank you for taking the time to share these lovely photos and your interesting articles]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for taking the time to share these lovely photos and your interesting articles</p>
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