A remarkable picture of New Cross Road in around 1970 by Tony Sullivan. Much of it hasn't changed, but note on the right on the corner of St James the building with 'A sign is a fine investment'. That is the Pearce Signs factory (featured here before with some photos of the inside of the factory). Loring House -Goldsmiths student accommodation- now stands on that site.
From Bob's archive: South London pastoral
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7 comments:
That is a stunning photo. And love the overarching lamppost. (Not keen on the new ones - either aesthetically or for the very harsh illumination they give.) And thanks for the link back to Pearce Signs - talking about them, and the way they pulled the cat out of the bag for McDonalds, only the other day at the Deptford Cinema who were showing a lovely film about the Old Kent Road.
It shows the sign of the red neon man climbing the ladder on the right. (Iknow the picture is in B & W) That was a famous local landmark we used to spot riding the 53 buses from Woolwich. Wonder what happened to that sign
Loads of traffic even then!
1970 was my last year working at Pearce Signs. The sign must have modernised just after I left as I used to maintain the power to the sign. I worked at Pearce Signs from 1965 to 1970
I worked at Pearce Signs from 1965 to 1970 The sign must have been modernised after I left as I used to maintain he power to the sign.
My name is John Williams. My boss was Ken Wright
I lived in St James during the war and long after, remember Woolworths getting bombed on a Saturday morning. new Cross road was full of proper shops like Dolcis and Greigs and further up the Kinema, a great place to live, I miss all of it.
My Parents got marred in St James Church back in 1946, and I used to go to the Herald youth club from 1966, being born and bred in New Cross I remember very well the street topography, the shops and the derelict sites or bomb sites as we called them, in the late 1950’s they were a haven for us kids.
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