As far as I know my father and the rest of the family moved from Steele Road to Willesden Green and from there to Rucklidge Avenue, Harlesden, N.W.10. My father's brothers were George, Fred, Harry, Arthur, Bill, John (Bonzo) and his sisters were Girlie, Dolly and my aunty Lil who is the last remaining one of the family and lives in Northampton.

Ater my mother and father married they lived in Stonebridge N.W.10. and then moved to Barretts Green Road, London, N.W.10. Lower Place, they raised four children their, myself (John William) along with my brothers James George, Roy and Ron.

James George is the eldest son of Jim and Louise. He married Pat they had two children both girls Beverly and Jackie..

Pat Woodman lived in Charlton Rd, London N.W.10 Pat and Jim were in the same class at Wesley Rd school N.W.10..

Roy second son to Jim and Louise. He married Barbara they had two children both girls Debbie and Nichola.

Barbara Woodman lived in Charlton Rd London N.W.10. Sister to Pat above that is how she and Roy met.

Ron third son to Jim and Louise he married Sheila they had two children the eldest a boy Brian and a girl Tina.

Sheila Frances lived in Felixstowe Rd Kensal Rise London N.W.10.

John William (that's me) the youngest son of Jim and Louise. Married Irene we had two children a girl Karen Louise and a boy Lee Jonathan.

Irene Norton lived in Olive Road Ealing London W.13 We met in the dance hall at the White Hart Acton W.3 and got married sixteen months later.

Left to middle

John, Roy and

Louise.

Middle to right

Jim, Jimmy and

Ron.

My Aunt Girlie - Aunt Doll and aunt Lil

Left to second in

My dad Jim, my uncle Jack who was married to my aunt Girlie (her real name Caroline Jane)

Third and forth in

My uncle Arthur and my uncle Harry. I have no photos of my uncle Bill.

The first one in from the left is John Treen Cousin Barbara's husband Second one in uncle Arthur third one in uncle Harry Forth one in is Uncle Fred Fifth in John Longstaff aunt Dolly's husband behind him Ron my cousin Maureen's husband.

The sixth one in is Stanley Bryant aunt Lil's husband The seventh one in is Stan's brother Ron. On the bottom row from the left is uncle George and next to him is Jack Mold my aunt Girlie's husband and on the end is my uncle John (Bonzo) and my dad Jim &

From the Left

Aunt Lil, uncle Arthur and aunt Girlie.

Unfortunately I have not got any photos of my aunty Doll.

Third from the left Elaine.

Second in from this end aunt Lil.

This is my aunt Doll (Alice Weymouth) my uncle Arthur's wife.

This is her grandson Mark my cousin Barbara's son.

Cousin Barbara now Barbara Treen.

From left to right Gary,Richard, Mark.

Karen and Dean's children

Jane and Lee's children

And grandad in the middle

Jade is the eldest, Coral and Matthew

Charlie and Megan

What I am about to tell you came from what my father Jim and aunt Lil told me. Grandfather George James married Isobel Souter from Yorkshire. He had a business in Park Royal N.W.10. on the land (which he owned) where the Heinz factory has been for many years. He had a big house in Steele Road N.W.10. and raised a family there. He invented the screw on stopper with the rubber washer that was on top of beer bottles. He sold the patent to a beer company which made him a rich man. Whilst he was working on some machinery the machine was started by someone and he lost his arm. This did not stop him expanding the business. He went into the rag-a-bone and scrap metal trade. Paddington Basin was where the canal barges used to come in and moor up (park) with all the scrap on board grandad would sought out all the rags bones and metal then sell them on to a big scrap merchant. Business was good, he would take my nan to the Ascot Races, she would be dressed in the finest of clothes and wore fancy hats. He had a box at Ascot situated near the Royal Box. Grandfather owned a pony and trap (equivalent to a Rolls Royce by to-days standards) He drank in two pubs in Park Royal, the one he always went to first was the Plumes Hotel and then he would go onto the Grand Junction Arms Lower Place. It's funny because when I was 18 going on 20 and not knowing of my grandfather's habits at that time, both the pubs mentioned were my regular pubs right up until I moved to Woodley Berkshire. One day I was in the Junction ( I was about 20 at the time) this elderly man came up to me and said "Your a Moone are'nt you" "Yes I am " I anwered. His name was Teddus he was in his 80s. He asked me did I know of a George Moone "Yes he was my grandfather" I replied "Well your grandad and my father used to drink to-gether in the Saloon Bar of this pub and one day I was outside because I was not old enough to go inside. In those days the toilet was outside and I needed to go. When I entered the toilet there was a wallet on the floor. I picked it up and went to the Saloon Bar door, poked my head inside and called my father out and told him of what I found. He said to me "There is only one person in this pub with that kind of money in his wallet and that's George Moone" My father went back in the pub and straight up to your grandfather and said "George are you missing anything" he felt around his clothing and replied "Yes my wallet" "Well my boy has just found it"my dad said. With that your grandfather said to my father "Take me to the boy" They both came outside and your grandfather took the wallet and oponed it. My father said "Heh George you've no need to check up on the boy" "I'm not" he replied. There was £100 in the wallet, he took £50 out and gave it to me and said "If you was'nt so honest I would have nothing, take it" so I did. Later my father took the money off of me and told me when I was old enough he would give me it back so I could start a business of my own. When I became of age my father gave back the money which I used to open a greengrocer shop. I landed up owning four shops which I handed over to my sons. This was all down to your granfather's generosity" With that Teddus insisted in keeping me in drink until it was time to go. I went home out of my head.

Grandfather Moone got mixed up with the wrong kind of people that eventually done him out of all his money. My grandmother told him he was dealing with the wrong type of people but he chose to ignore her. Understandably he fell into a depressive state of mind. My nan not knowing, the cleaner they had used to pawn my grandads suit and put it back at a later date. There was one time when he said to my nan "who's been down the pockets of my suit?" My nan told him "No one" How he knew was, he always put the armless sleeve in the jacket pocket, at this particular time it was outside the pocket. He went up to my mother and ask how young Jimmy was ( my eldest brother as a baby in a push chair) "Fine" she said. He went on to say "You take good care of him Louie" with that he kissed my mum and my brother Jim on the head. My mum said it was a thing he had never done in the past. He then said "Good-bye Louie look after yourself" and walked off. No body heard or see him for days. His body was dragged out of the River Thames somewhere near Barnes and Mortlake. He filled his pockets with stones went to Putney Bridge and threw himself into the River Thames. My uncles had to go and identify him, how they knew it was him was because he only had one arm. ( Only give to those you trust ) J.W.Moone. 24/10/2008.