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The hardware shop / ironmongers in Silver Street Edmonton, early 1900s,
provided by Cliff Raven, courtesy of Enfield Local Studies and Archives.
Note the tin baths hanging up that would have been used on
washdays. Larger versions would have been
used for bathing. Detail of a larger photo
on old Edmonton page.
The hardware shop or ironmongers was always known as the oil shop in our
family. It was owned by Mr Bryant and was on the corner of Sheldon Road and
Silver Street. It sold all sorts of household goods but it was for oil (actually
paraffin) that my mother mostly used it. She would have to take a special can
with a long spout along and buy the oil by the pint.
I particularly remember the firewood, which was stacked against the counter
like a small wall. The sticks were about eight inches long and tied bundles.
The gas mantle was bought from the oil shop in a little cardboard box.
The shop had a smell of its own. It also sold firewood. This was stacked
like a wall in front of the counter in bundles, about a dozen in a bundle, about
6-8 inches long, half 1 inch thick.
The 1911 census shows that my mother's memory
was absolutely right: It shows that Alfred
Bryant describes himself as an oilman. He was living
at 77 Silver Street, probably above his shop, with his wife Catherine,
56, who assisted with the business and his daughter Mabel, 17 born
Bethnal Green. He, like his wife, was born in Stepney.
According to Doreen Buckland, there was a hardware
shop called Eaton's on the corner of Warwick Road and Silver Street in
the 1930s.
If you can add further information or a photograph,
I would be pleased to hear from you. Pat Cryer
This website Join me in the 1900s is also known as
Join me in the 1900's and is ©
Pat Cryer.
These are recollections of the local ironmongers,
seen through the eyes of a child from a working class family around the time
of the 1911 census in Edmonton, north London (then Middlesex). They were written
in the 1980s by my mother, Florence Edith Clarke (born
Cole), and are here as a tribute to her memory and to shed light on the
history of the early years of the 20th century.