I can't stay on here so I'll tell you if you don't know.

But it's poignant.

On the night of 30th November 1936, The Crystal Palace burnt down .

Living down here does have some advantages. At least you can see them cry.

My great grandfather and his brother worked at the Palace.

Uncle Sid was a joiner employed to build the exhibition stands. He saw the fire from his home in Addiscombe and it badly affected him. He was never the same after the fire.

I had a large chunk of glass many years ago that he salvaged from the site. I regret to say I didn't think it was worth hanging on to, so I no longer have that little piece of history.

Dad and I watched games standing on the muddy slope of the Holmesdale Road end. He cheered and I rattled.

Out of the ashes.....

Living down here does have some advantages. At least you can see them cry.

Mum & her sister used to talk about sitting on the hill at the Alexandra Palace during the war watching the doodlebugs flying overhead, I guess if the Crystal Palace fire was during the war
(instead of earlier) they would have seen it from there too.

Born of fire.

'Who are you and how did you get in here? I'm a locksmith. And, I'm a locksmith.' (Leslie Nielsen)

may not have even bothered going home becky.

Kids,tired of being bothered by your pesky parents?
Then leave home, get a job & pay your own bills, while you still know everything.