So Long, Kitty Jennings
Kitty Jennings died at the fine age of ninety-six years old, last Monday 10th May 2021
Kitty, Amelia (Doll Doll), Jimmy, Gracie & Patricia Jennings, Gifford St, Hoxton c.1930
One Sunday afternoon, I walked over to Columbia Rd Market to get a bunch of flowers for Kathleen – widely known as Kitty – Jennings, who had lived in Hoxton since she was born there in 1924. I found Kitty in a neat block of private flats near the canal which for many years she shared with her beloved sister Doll Doll, whose ashes occupied pride of place in a corner of the sitting room.
Once Barbara Jezewska, who grew up in Spitalfields and was Kitty’s neighbour in this building for seventeen years, had made the introductions, we settled down in the afternoon sun to enjoy biegels with salmon and cream cheese while Kitty regaled us with her memories of old Hoxton.
“Thank God we were lucky, we had a father who had a good job, so we always had a good table. There was not a lot of work when I was a kid, but we always got by. We were lucky that we always had good clothes and never got knocked about.
My father, Jim, he was a Fish Porter at Billingsgate Market and he had to work seven days. He was born in the Vinegar Grounds in Hoxton, where they only had one shared tap in the garden for all the cottages, and he was a friendly man who would help anyone. He left for work at four in the morning each day and came back in the early afternoon. We lived on fish. I’m a fish-mullah, I like plaice, jellied eels, Dover sole and middle skate. My poor old mum used to fry fish night and day, she was always at the gas stove.
I was born in Gifford St, Hoxton. There were five of us, four girls and one boy, and we lived in a little three bedroom house. My mother Grace, her life was cooking, washing and housework. She didn’t know anything else.
When my sister Amelia was born, she was so small they laid her in a drawer and we called her ‘Doll Doll.’ They put her in the Queen Elizabeth Children’s Hospital when she had rheumatic fever and she didn’t go to school because of that. She was happy-go-lucky, she was my Doll Doll.
One day, when she was at school, there was an air raid and all the children hid under the tables. They saw a man’s legs walk in and Doll Doll cried out, ‘That’s my dad!’ and her friend asked, ‘How do you recognise him?’ and Doll Doll said, ‘Because he has such shiny shoes.’ He took Doll Doll and said to the teacher, ‘My daughter’s not coming to school any more.’
I was dressmaking from when I left school at fourteen. My first job was at C&A in Shepherdess Walk but I didn’t like it, so I told my mum and left. I left school at Easter and the war came in August. After that, I didn’t go to work at all for five years. Then I went to work in Bishopsgate sewing soldiers’ trousers, I didn’t like that much either so I stayed at home.
Doll Doll and I, we used to love going to Hoxton Hall for concerts every Saturday. It cost threepence a ticket and there was a man called Harry Walker who’d sling you out if you didn’t behave. Afterwards, we’d go to a stall outside run by my uncle and he’d give us sixpence, and we’d go and buy pie and mash and go home afterwards – and that was our Saturday night. We used to go there in the week too and do gym and see plays.
On Friday nights, we’d go to the mission at Coster’s Hall and they’d give you a jug of cocoa and a biscuit, and the next week you’d get a jug of soup. It didn’t cost anything. We used to go there when we were hungry. In the school holidays, we went down to Tower Hill Beach and we’d cut through the market and see my dad, and he’d give us a few bob to buy ice cream.
Me and Doll Doll, we stayed at home with my mum and dad. The other three got married but I didn’t want to. I couldn’t find anybody that I liked, so I stayed at home with mummy and daddy, and I was quite happy with them. When they got old we cared for them at home, without any extra help, until they died. We had understanding guvnors and, Doll Doll and I took alternate weeks off work to care for them.
Doll Doll and I moved into these private flats more than thirty years ago. In those days, it was only women and once, when my neighbour thought her boiler was going to explode, we called the fire brigade. Doll Doll leaned over the balcony and called, ‘Coo-ee, young man! Up here!’
We never went outside Hoxton much when we were young, but – when we grew up – Doll Doll and I went to Florida and Las Vegas. I finally settled down and I didn’t wander no more.”
Doll Doll, Kitty and their mother Grace
Kitty in her flat in Hoxton
Doll Doll
Kitty places fresh flowers next to Doll Doll’s ashes each week
Kitty at a holiday chalet in Guernsey, 1960
Kitty Jennings with her friend and neighbour of sixteen years, Barbara Jezewska
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Boat Nails, Roof Tile, Oyster Shell, Cumberland Wharf, Rotherhithe
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Houseboat, Cumberland Wharf, Rotherhithe
This sits on the bank at Cumberland Wharf. It is a quiet spot to draw in, the only distraction being the occasional police boat or clipper traversing the river. A walker brought their dog onto the beach whilst a mudlark searched the shore, looking for finds.
Monument, St Mary’s Churchyard, Rotherhithe
A park bench offered a convenient place to sit and draw this leaning monument with its faded inscription to Reverend Edward Blick, put there in affection by his parishioners. The churchyard was bright with spring flowers and I could hear the voices of children playing in the nursery beyond. St. Mary’s stands close to the Thames on a narrow cobbled street, close by the Mayflower Pub where Captain Christopher Jones moored the Mayflower on his way to North America in 1620.
Phoenix Wharf, Wapping
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The York Watergate, Victoria Embankment Gardens
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Sphinx by George John Vulliamy, Victoria Embankment
This bronze sphinx is one of pair on either side of Cleopatra’s Needle, an Egyptian obelisk from 18th Dynasty, Pharaoh Thutmose III, presented to Britain in 1819. Tourists like to stop and have their photo taken next to the sphinx and many did while I was drawing there.
Herb Garden, Surrey Docks Farm, Rotherhithe
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Trinity Buoy Wharf Lighthouse
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The Hope & Anchor, Charlton
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Lola Rose, Broadness Creek, Kent
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Double page of Broadness Creek, Swanscombe Marsh, Kent
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Comprising two tall blocks of tenements of yellow London stock bricks, the buildings are embellished with glazed Doulton bricks at ground level, and red bricks at corners and in the window surrounds – and a little discreet lattice work in the manner of William Butterfield’s ecclesiastical and collegiate architecture, high upon the wall, just to give them distinction. Brereton also contrived projecting bays for staircases that were originally open to the elements under pointed gables, and a low range on the south side of the courtyard served as a laundry and bathhouse. He came from a family of generations of heroic civil engineers and architects, but is chiefly remembered today for the elegant austerity of his design for Kew Bridge.
Wellington Buildings are a noble location in the history of the Suffrage movement. In 1913, number 37 was the home of Miss F E Adams, Honorary Secretary of the East London Branch of the Women’s Freedom League. According to The Vote newspaper, regular meetings were held there as part of the Women’s Suffrage movement.
“On Monday last a branch meeting was held at 37, Wellington Buildings, Bow. It was decided that till further notice branch meetings should be hold at the same address on alternate Thursdays.”
The Vote, Friday 7th Nov 1913
Standing today in their pristine, unaltered state after more than a century, Wellington Buildings are not listed yet adjoin Bow Rd Underground station which is Grade II listed and built at the same time. We must hope that their position, within the curtilage of the listed structure and being by the same architect as the station, will afford them some degree of protection.
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‘projecting bays for staircases that were originally open to the elements under pointed gables’
’embellished with glazed Doulton bricks at ground level, and red bricks at corners and in the window surrounds’
‘a little discreet lattice work in the manner of William Butterfield’s ecclesiastical and collegiate buildings high upon the wall, just to give them distinction’
Bow Rd Station
Minnie Lansbury clock in Bow Rd opposite Wellington Buildings
Suffragette Minnie Lansbury on her way to be arrested at Poplar Town Hall
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Spring At Spitalfields City Farm
The second of four features in collaboration with Contributing Photographer Rachel Ferriman, documenting the seasons of the year at Spitalfields City Farm
This was the spring we waited too long for, the spring that came late, the spring that teased us with bouts of warm weather in March and then frosts in May. Yet at last, this spring that we all been yearning for has indubitably arrived.
With the lifting of restrictions, Spitalfields City Farm is reopening to visitors, resulting in long lines down Buxton St of east enders seeking solace, young and old waiting in eagerness to reacquaint themselves with Nature.
It was my pleasure to be greeted at the farm gate by development manager Jamie Morrish who kindly took me on a ramble around the precincts. With his worn tweed jacket and white beard, he looks the very picture of a rural retainer yet he revealed he is fascinated by the urban cobbled roads traversing the site, remnants of the streets that once stood where now are fields. ‘They tell a story of what used to be,’ he explained, ‘and I think that’s important.’
Already the vegetable patch at the farm is full of life, with lines of Swiss Chard flourishing, and potatoes, beetroot, onions and broad beans on the way. ‘As an experiment we are trying out a variety of different vegetables to see which things work,’ Jamie explained proudly. ‘It’s a bit of fun because when you see all these coloured leaves, it’s really attractive. We’re going to have an amazing array this year and we’re going to be producing salad boxes for local people.’
I was very impressed by the way rainwater is collected on the roof of a shed and drains along the gutters to pipes which run underneath the vegetable patch, automatically watering the plants. Jamie led me into a polytunnel where shiny green lettuces flourished in the humid moist atmosphere. Outside, the crab apples were heavy with pink blossom and, despite the late frosts, a plum tree had already developed hundreds tiny green fruit covering the branches. ‘It’s going to be good year for fruit,’ Jamie exclaimed in delight. ‘We’re in a warm pocket here.’
‘We’re going to plant a long border for bees and birds,’ he continued introducing a new idea and showing me a rectangle of bare soil. ‘We focus a lot on production for humans to eat and now we are going to pay attention to the needs of bees and birds. This is going to be a perennial bed and will take a few years to mature.’
A loud chorus of birdsong accompanied our ramble, interrupted only by the trains of the East End London line passing close by on their journey between Whitechapel and Shoreditch High St.
Jamie introduced me to a pair of handsome Buff Orpington chicks only a few weeks old. ‘One was born with splayed legs, so we splinted his legs together,’ Jamie admitted protectively. ‘When he hatched, he couldn’t balance, he kept tipping over and falling on his back, but Emma took care of him by bandaging his legs and, now his legs have straightened, he’s fine. He’s grown quite big.’
Thus I present my evidence to you, should you require it, that – after a few stumbles – spring has truly arrived in Spitalfields.
Crab apple in flower
Beatrix lost her right ear but survived a dog attack as a lamb in Surrey six years ago
Sarah, one of the volunteers
Buff Orpington chicks at five days old
One of the Buff Orpington chicks, around two weeks old
Patricia watering
Tess with freshly harvested Chard leaves
Tanya & Tess in the potting shed
Bella, the farm cat, dozes in the warmth of a polytunnel
Holmes, the kune kune pig, emerges for spring
Photographs copyright © Rachel Ferriman
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Proclamation of the coronation of George V, 1911
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