Remember that place well Kitty.
Wonder if you are the same Kitty that I knew all those years ago, (nee Graves) who married a Ray Turner. You would probably remember me as Billy. I used to go to the meetings with my parents at Sankeys Hall in Peacehaven.

Hello Bill
Yes it is Kitty (nee Graves). Kitty is my mother and I am in the photograph. Mum and Dad do not have Internet access, so I will pass on your comments.

Thank you Kitty. Please pass on my regards. How is Ray these days? He used to take me out on his Boat and his motorcycle when I was a kid.

Dad is fine, thank you.

I too remember the slide in "Cocks Barrow". We played football against Tuckers large doors. (shown open in the photo) I lived in Folly Field No 27. As a teenager I bought a "Bond" three weeler off of Ray. The shelter was for the Abattoir later known as Champions Radio then Fergusons. My father was the foreman Fred Bishop.

Ah, the abbatoir-cum-electronics factory! When I was an apprentice with Thorn Electrical Industries (as it then was) I spent a long spell in around 1963 (I think) in their Tape Recorder Lab in Enfield, North London. This was at the time when they started making reel-to-reel tape recorders as well as record players in the old abbatoir, the lack of space dictating that the lab was still in Enfield. I used to come down with my boss from time to time to visit the abbatoir, to see how things were going, and I always thought it was a really nice touch that the canteen was in the part of the building where the carcasses would have been hung to "drain", and it still had the grooved tiles on the floor, in which the blood would have run away!
Anyway, I finished my apprenticeship in 1965, got married, moved to Seaford (later to Denton) and took up a position in tape recorder development at the new, custom-built premises on Denton Island. Sadly, when I last saw that building, in 1995, it was a derelict, windows-smashed shell. How sad the passing of time can be.

I was 'Tuckers' Saturday Boy when this shop first opened.  Just out of the picture on the right was the former shop which was use as a store and the place where I used to make the tea every Saturday at 10 o'clock for Ron Tucker and all the Staff.  Used to buy cakes from the shop at the top of the steps to the left of Tuckers in Elphick Road which was run by 2 sisters.  My Dad, Joe, also worked at the Ferguson Factory in the old abattoir and I started at the new Ferguson Factory on the Island when it opened in 1963.  I remember both Ian Bishop & Roger Morley above.

Hi Paul - this is better than "Friends Reunited".
I remember you too. I seem to recall that you worked in the drawing office, in the new block that was built between Ferguson's main premises and North Quay. I don't remember Ian or Fred Bishop, but my boss was Don Bishop. I'm sure you'll remember him, too. I also remember a chap called Keith, who worked in that same new block, as cabinet model-maker. I could throw a lot of names and reminiscences at you, but I guess this isn't the place. My big regret is leaving the company, and Newhaven, in 1970. Best wishes, Roger.

Hi Roger,

The "Keith" that you remember was probably Keith Nicks, after whom I was named.  My father worked in the old abbatoir when it was Champions and Fergusons. He was John (also called Arthur) Johnson. He did a lot of jig making and moved down to Channel Cabinets off of New Road with Fred Bishop as his boss, which is where I first remember him working.

I recall when Tuckers burnt down. With all that paint and varnish etc it went like a good 'un. I also recall going in there and one of the people (I don't know who), showing me how to draw a horse's head. It's odd what you remember.

My sister Lesley used to hang me off  the "slide" by my feet to see how long she could hold me up.....it wasn't long!

Roger Morley,you mention Ferguson's factory on Denton Island in the 1960's. Do you remember my Father, Beresford Wiltshire ,he was from Barbados. I am trying so hard to find a photo of him, anyone remember him?

Tuckers was my dad's place and I remember it burning down.  My Dad saw the smoke from our garden and thought it was his car (Ford Zodiac) that was getting a service in a garage round the corner. Dad borrowed my Mum's Mini to get to the shop where the full extent of the fire hit him.  He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or devastated....

I remember this slide well. Used to go down it in the summer & because it was corrugated metal, it didn't half burn your bum.