Sunday Afternoons

The scene: a Sunday afternoon between the wars. For some it was a day of rest, perhaps sitting in the deckchairs, listening to the brass bands in the afternoon in King George's Park.

For Brenda, though, Sunday morning was a time to go sour thistle picking in the posh gardens along Augustus Road. "You offered to weed their gardens," she says, "and you could take home the thistles to feed your rabbits and chickens."

Brenda also liked to make go carts, collecting old pram wheels and bits of wood from the dump on Kimber Road, and orange boxes from the green grocers in Southfields. Joan preferred what her family called "the monkey parade": you put on your finest clothes and walked and walked and walked. They'd start at Atheledene Road, along Garratt Lane, up Falcon Road, past Clapham Junction, down East Hill and then home. You'd just have to hope your fine clothes didn't pick up smells along the way: Ram's brewery, the OK Sauce factory, and Prices Candles.

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Story source: interview by Caroline Ayerst with Brenda Edwards and Joan Mellish, members of Wandsworth Parkinson Society