• We aim to watch out for the interests of the residents of the estate and to represent those interests to the local Council and others.
• We try to make residents aware of local and wider issues that affect them.
• We don’t have any political affiliation or agenda.
• We organise social events from time to time.

We recently said goodbye to a cornerstone of the GGERA, Eva Vas of Pennine Drive, who sadly passed away on September 8th. Her funeral was held on September 17th.

Many of you will remember Eva as a passionate and proactive member of the GGERA committee. She was one of the small group who were instrumental in reviving our residents association some 30 years ago and served for a long period as our treasurer. Eva was tireless in her commitment, often found going door-to-door or attending our meetings to personally collect GGERA memberships. Our fund-raising was never quite the same after she could no longer be actively involved.

Despite bravely battling cancer for many years, she never lost her extraordinary sense of humour — a spirit we will all miss.

We extend our deepest condolences to her family and friends. We will miss her dearly.

We grew up in Cotswold Gardens – that is my elder brother Leslie, younger brother Norman and me, Alex(andra).

We moved to No. 48 in 1949, next door to probably the best neighbours in the entire universe, who lived next door at No. 46: Mr & Mrs Thomas, with their 3 boys. I remember the youngest, Keith in a playpen in their garden the day we moved in. Mr Thomas was a scoutmaster and Mrs Thomas was a piano teacher. The adults never ever used Christian names, always referring to each other by their surnames even though living next door to one another for years without a single argument.

We went to Wessex Gardens school along the Hendon Way; mum never took us to school but she always ensured we went with the slightly older children. Everyone in those days walked as very few people had cars.

Hendon Way wasn’t a dual carriageway then, so it didn’t have any underpass for crossing the road. Instead there was a policeman (nowadays a lollipop man) who was on duty not only at the beginning and end of the school day but also at lunchtimes, as many of us came home for lunch.

Cotswold Gardens itself was a very quiet road so ‘our gang’ — us, next door’s 3 boys, Janet Brooks who lived 2 doors down from the Thomas boys plus one or two other children all from our same road — could always play in the middle of the road riding bikes, roller skating, and making slides when it snowed in the winter (before some motorists told us off for making it ‘skiddy’). We also played in the park throughout the ever long school holidays: football, cricket, cowboys and indians but also climbing the various trees in the park — until a park keeper might tell us off. Once we also tried to light a fire with a box of matches that one of the Thomas boys (Colin) had managed to remove from his mum’s kitchen. The leaves and twigs were too wet though; probably just as well.

We also very enterprisingly tried to make money for sweets according to the time of year; e.g. “penny for the guy”: we would dress up little Keith as a guy and stick him on a home made soap box contraption. His face was covered with a mask (bought for tuppence in old money from the sweet shop in Pennine Drive). Once we gave rather a fright to an elderly lady when she opened the door and Keith had to sneeze; she thought it really was a homemade guy and not a live little boy.

When it snowed, we knocked on doors to offer to clear driveways; but being very enterprising we only called on those with a car parked outside and then put our prices up according to what car they had. Similarly we carol sang and were actually quite successful until one homeowner asked which church we were raising money for!

We also searched for old pop bottles to take back to the shop as in those days when anyone bought lemonade or fizz there was a 3d deposit on the bottle and most people just flung them into hedges.

Lots of people walked their dogs in the park — they no doubt still do. We made friends with a lovely Scottish lady who had a well trained Alsatian called Bruce, a dead ringer for Rin Tin Tin.

Our mother’s best friend (auntie Eddy) lived a few doors down the road. They had a cocker spaniel called Rusty (because of his colour). Her husband (uncle Eddy) wasn’t too keen on having a dog, especially as he used to do most of the walking. One day when Rusty had apparently pushed him a bit too far, he took him on the No. 28 bus from Golders Green which in those days I think was the longest bus route in London. It went to Wandsworth. Uncle Eddy got off the bus and set Rusty free on the common then legged it back on the bus to go home. The journey time in those days was about 45 minutes or so. When he got home Rusty was already there fast asleep. Not sure his owner ever confessed, but Rusty lived for very many years after that.

There were lots of traders visiting our road. There were rag and bone men (very much like Steptoe and Son) and a daily milkman, both horsedrawn. We used to feed the milkman’s horse — with either a sugar lump or crust of bread (obviously by then rationing had finished) every morning on our way to school and John/Peter (there were two as one retired) used to start pulling the cart when he saw us leave our house, much to the disgust of our milkman.  A fruiterer called a couple of times a week, though mum was loyal to ‘Guests’ on Pennine Drive. On Sundays there was an ice cream man but only on a bike with a fridge beneath the handlebars — no electricity so not quite sure how it all stayed cold and fresh. We used to buy something called a brick of ice cream, and slice it up between wafers.

I don’t remember anyone ever quarrelling or falling out with one another. We children shared everything. We borrowed or ‘had a go’ on each other’s bikes/scooters. We played five stones sitting on the floor or jacks with a little bouncy rubber ball. We chalked out hopscotch circles on the pavement. We played cowboys and Indians, and goodies and baddies. I once tried to shoot an apple off my brother Norman’s head as I had just been reading William Tell. My gorgeous little brother trusted me entirely but when it came to it I just got closer and closer until I was only about a foot away so couldn’t really miss, plus of course the arrow I used was only a bit of old bamboo without any point. Birthday parties were low key, just bread and jam sandwiches with a bit of cake but lots of robust games. 

Oh such happy times! A marvellous place to grow up, especially having that lovely park to play in — all so different now what with all the hi tech stuff around, even for babies in pushchairs!

Do you have memories to share about living on the Golders Green Estate? We’d love to hear from you

Brent Cross Town are offering free portraits to the community, to celebrate the opening of its first public square, Neighbourhood Square, which features a cascading water fountain.

The photography date is Tuesday 14 October, 9am to 6pm.  Every participant will receive a digital copy of their photo.

The photographer, Cesare, is amazing!  You can see his work here: Portraits — Cesare De Giglio.

It’s going to a fun activity and will produce some beautiful keepsakes. 

Residents can sign up here: Neighbourhood Square Fountain Portrait Series – Brent Cross Town

• Small electricals (like laptops, kitchen appliances or vacuum cleaners)
• Bicycles needing repairs
• Clothes or textiles in need of mending

Book your free slot in advance to avoid disappointment. More details here: bit.ly/3KXbggE

Opening of Neighbourhood Square

Join us on Thursday 23 October to celebrate the opening of Brent Cross Town’s new square which will become a new meeting place at the heart of the new neighbourhood and form part of the future high street. You also won’t be able to miss the eye-catching fountain which is the centrepiece of the new space and will be switched on for the very first time.

We’ll also hear from the award-winning designers, Neon, who created the fountain as well as other special guests who’ll be joining the event. After speeches, you can enjoy live entertainment, refreshments and a portrait exhibition showcasing Brent Cross Town’s community members. More info: bit.ly/4q4j0gY

Location: Neighbourhood Square (off Aviator Drive) NW2 8AN
Time: 5.30 pm to 7 pm

Celebrate Railway 200

Railway 200 is a celebration of the 200th anniversary of the modern railway in the UK. As part of this celebration, we’re taking a snapshot of modern-day life and preserving it in a time capsule which will be buried near our very own Brent Cross West. We’re working with Thameslink to create the time capsule which will store a range of items including digital photos and videos and we’d like our community to get involved in selecting other items to secure safely inside – think “what would the future me want to discover in 100 years’ time?”. We’ll be hosting a celebratory moment to bury the time capsule on Friday 21 November around 11 am. More details of this will be shared on transformingbx.co.uk/news.

If you have any ideas for the time capsule or would like to be involved, please email transformingbx@barnet.gov.uk

Winter Lights Switch On

Brent Cross Town’s annual winter lights switch on will take place on Wednesday 26 November at Claremont Park, and like always, there’ll be lovely school choirs, speeches and refreshments.

From 4.30 pm to 6 pm

There is a public meeting about the scheme at the Brent Cross Town Visitor Pavilion on 16 October (from 5:30 to 6:30 pm). Council officers working on the implementation of the CPZ, developers and councillors will be attending.

We’d like to hear your views about the CPZ and how it will affect you. Please let us know, by WhatsApp, or by emailing us.

5 – 7 pm on 1st December
Carey Hall, 58 Claremont Road

All children welcome under parental supervision.

Reserve your place by replying to chair@ggera.org.uk.

Special thanks to Claremont Free Church and to Tesco.

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• GGERA’s achievements were celebrated.
• There was a Q&A session with our MP. See her thank you messages.
• Our councillors, the police and a council officer provided updates.
• The evening was rounded off with a wonderful dance show and masterclass by Angela and Dave.

Civic Awards were presented to local organisations and to residents for their outstanding contribution and devotion to our community:

• Androulla Constantinou
• Anika Bakirtzidis
• Cecilia Soh
• Claremont Free Church
• Donoghue Campaign
• Habib Saad
• John Ward
• Local Metropolitan Police
• Mike de Jong
• Our Yard at Clitterhouse
• Philip Johnson
• Robert Goymour and the former Hendon Football Club site campaign
• W Price Chemist