tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892199.post-32630076256872620772009-06-19T13:21:00.000+01:002009-06-19T13:21:01.319+01:00Well what do you know? This old film about the origins of Wood Green High Road was sent to me <a href="http://www.britishpathe.com/record.php?id=74415">http://www.britishpathe.com/record.php?id=74415</a><br /><br />It brought back loads of memories as my aunt had a net curtain shop at the Turnpike Lane end of Wood Green High Road. My mother would often leave me there on a Saturday morning whilst she had to go to work. No 7 it was I think - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Taylors</span> of Wood Green.<br /><br />I used to love it. High counters, bolts of lacy material - and in the back I was allowed to play all morning. My ambition was, as I grew, to be able to serve in the shop. I remember my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Aunty</span> Sadie saying, "When you are tall enough to see the top button on the till - then you can serve".<br /><br />By the time I grew tall enough to have made that a reality, I was busy with my next ambition - to be an actress. Ironic really - as they do say politics is show biz for ugly people! But many happy memories revived by the film - all so long ago.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892199-3263007625687262077?l=www.lynnefeatherstone.org%2Fblog.htm'/></div>Lynne Featherstone MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08454919891088816178noreply@blogger.com1