Hi, I am also new to the site. I am Edward Holmes, (now known as Eddie), born in 1962 to Sarah Holmes. We moved to one of the back to back houses at 3/46 Aberdeen st around 1967 and left in 1971, it was a great house, me and my siblings slept in the attic. The house had a kitchen, living room, coal cellar, main bedroom and attic. There was no bathroom or indoor toilet, we bathed in a tin bath in front of the fire once a week and the toilet was the cold damp out house in the garden next to the kitchen, with torn up news paper for toilet paper hanging on a rusty nail. There was myself, my Mother Sarah and my half brother and Sister Jack and Margaret and we lived next door to a lovely lady called Dolly Russell who I used to spend time with and run errands for.
My mother met and married our stepfather, a guy from County Wicklow in Southern Ireland, he was called Patrick Kavanagh, (Known as Pat) and they went on to have three more children.
I went to Barford Rd School, I remember Angela Jones and one of my friends was called Nick, his family owned the chippy just down from the Police Station on Dudley Rd.
I used to play in the big yard half way down Aberdeen St, on the right as you look towards Winson Green and my Mom was friends with people there but I can't remember any names.
I used to play with some West Indian children, I think the lad may have been Joseph but sadly can't remember, he had twin sisters too and they lived in one of the houses at the front of us on Aberdeen St opposite the Queens Head Pub. I used to help the Milkman but again his name escapes me.
I am happy for anyone who remembers me or my family to get in contact via the private message system (inbox top right of the page) They were happy days and now I look back, I think they were some of my happiest as a child even though we were poor and living hand to mouth.
I have since met a lady who lived in Aberdeen St around the same time (Marie Scott) who reminded me that I was locally known as Gypsy Kavanagh due to my Irish step father. She only realised it was me when I showed her a picture of me around that time; she looked at the picture and said oh my god you're Gypsy Kavanagh, she never knew before that, that I had been known as Kavanagh as a child.