A Fascinating Look At London Markets In The 1960s | Our History

Brings a tear to the eyes. What have we done to this country. I remember my Dad taking me to these markets. Such a great place to go as a kid. Loved the banter and patter of the sellers it was magical. Thanks Dad for making me appreciate what has now become history.

London was a living city full of eccrntric happy people. We used to share our friendships, help each other, keep an eye out for the elderly drink moderately, not much money around, but we had fun. Ordinary people could afford to live in the city. So sad its all gone. We were lucky.

Oh dear. My heart cries for how London has been destroyed. To think how it used to be to how it is now.

My mum used to take me down the Fulham market every Saturday morning for the week's shopping. We would buy our potatoes and onions first to go down the bottom of the trolley basket, stopping and comparing prices along the way ending with eggs on the top. She always bought me a ice cream in the summer or hot chestnuts in the winter as a treat when we finished. I loved the bustle and colour and have good memories.

Nostalgia is so heartbreaking

My great uncle) was a barker in Petticoat Lane. He had his own flower stall for years, then as he semi-retired and no longer wanted to get up at four in the morning, he worked on a few different stalls, drawing in the punters with some old chat and keeping a weather eye out for the old bill. Happy days.

Can you imagine all these older folk in this video. What they would think of the country now . Probably heartbroken , I’d rather live back in time . Than the future , I know what this country holds for us in the next decade. Glad I’m old, feel sorry for the younger generation.

When London was a fantastic city to live in and the bustling markets were full of bargains and amazing characters. Happy days....

We used to go to East Lane market on a Sunday morning. It was the only street market where you could lose your watch at one end, and buy it back at the other. What fantastic days they were in hindsight. Everyone was hard-up but always cheerful.

My mam and dad took me around London markets in 1966 amazing

How sad this London is no more😢

Im 77. Not typing anything else, cos of wiping the tears away 😢😢

This was the London I remember as a child, all gone now and never to return.

They were great better years for us ! I am thankful I remember them as I was born in 1949 here in north London.

Sid James on commentary superb👍

To the people who think it’s clever to point out that Sid James wasn’t English but South African - he was part of British culture which had not yet been ejected in favour of a total vacuum. It isn’t about the nationalities of the people here - take 4:20 for example. All the people of Caribbean and African heritage are wearing suits and would have been church going people as well. They were culturally able to assimilate. The big problem is that there is no native culture to assimilate them to today, so there’s a mess of cultures competing and satisfying no one in particular, least of all the British.

Amazing 60 plus years later and everyone who can remember London as it was in the 1960s would return to them days in a heartbeat, where did them good old days go, how the government have truly ruined the uk. Sad to say but true them days will never return.

My Auntie Teresa ran the Portobello Star for over 30 years and my nan worked in Caprini’s just to the right of the Paddington ramp. London nights at Christmas was always crisp and magical 💋

So many memories... Thankyou... I miss those days....

Oh what lovely simple days they were when ppl had respect for each other & had sense humour.