Sorrow and joy in London's oldest suburb. . . Welcome to the East End.
Life in Cockney London was tough in the post-war years. The government's broken promises had led to a chronic housing shortage, rampant crime and families living in squalor. But one thing prevailed: the unbeatable spirit of the East End, a tight-knit community who pulled through the dark times with humour and heart.
Drawing on both family history and her own memories of growing up in the 1950s and '60s, as well as her working life as a district nurse and local police officer, Jean Fullerton vividly depicts this fascinating part of London - from tin baths, to jellied eels, to tigers in a Wapping warehouse.
A Child of the East End is an eye-opening, heartfelt and atmospheric portrait of life in the East End after the war, perfect for fans of My East End by Gilda O'Neill and Call the Midwife by Jennifer Worth.
I was born into a large, East End family and grew up in the overcrowded streets clustered around the Tower of London. I still live in East London, just five miles from where I was born. I feel that it is that my background that gives my historical East London stories their distinctive authenticity.
I first fell in love with history at school when I read Anya Seton’s book Katherine. Since then I have read everything I can about English history but I am particularly fascinated by the 18th and 19th century and my books are set in this period. I just love my native city and the East End in particular which is why I write stories to bring that vibrant area of London alive.
I am also passionate about historical accuracy and I enjoy researching the details almost as much as weaving the story. If one of my characters walks down a street you can be assured that that street actually existed. Take a look at Jean’s East End and see the actual location where my characters played out their stories.
A unique book of true accounts of Jean Fullerton's inspiring childhood. In the east end of London August 1954 Jean came into the world, the only daughter along with her brother Andrew from a big line of Fullerton's This book has it all on her life growing up in the 60's and 70's of London activities, that a lot bring back memories of my childhood too, looking at school holidays childhood games and haunts the shops Jobs and of course the food that is there to read and enjoy. A full filling inspirational reading with the added bonus of photos of young Jean and London map, it a true story that will pleasure all readers. I could not fault any of it you read like you are sharing all the moments along with Jean, all I can say is how fabulous and a joy all on it's own from me it gets a definitely top 5 stars. I will be recommending this to all my reader friends.
No need to adjust your set! What can I say? *shrugs* ACotEE is the exception to my rule on not being keen on reading biographies and memoirs. I just couldn’t resist that cheeky wee face on the cover!
I was lucky enough to have my Papa live with me from the age of 5 till he passed when I was 19, and there was nothing I loved more than listening to his stories of, “back in my day…” The author evoked the same feelings in me whilst reading this memoir as I had when I used to sit with Papa and listen to his stories.
It definitely made me reminisce about Ernie’s tales and the things my mum used to get up to as well (she’s only a couple of years older than the author).
ACotEE was a riveting read of one family’s history and the changing times. Unflinchingly honest (I’m looking at you, Chapter 13! – the details of which struck a very personal chord with me), emotional, heartfelt, and full of witty and funny anecdotes.
Absolutely fantastic book, loved the history and nostalgia of it. I also enjoyed the way the author wrote it will all the bad bits included not just the good.
Great memoir. Very well written and easy to read, would probably be very nostalgic for someone of my mother's generation. Very informative about various topics such as school, work and the start of her police career. I assume there will be a part two at some point as it only went as far as mid 1970's. With thanks to the author and the Pigeonhole for the opportunity.
When you read as much fiction as I do sometimes it’s nice to switch things up and a good well written memoir can be just as absorbing and page turning as the best pieces of fiction tend to be. Peoples lives always seem to be far more interesting than my own and my overriding impression of this memoir is wow what a fascinating life this woman has led! I had only the vaguest notion that Jean Fullerton was and is an author; whenever I’ve glimpsed one of her books I’ve instantly dismissed them as not my thing. Maybe I need to rectify that!
I can’t begin to describe how easy and pleasurable this was to read thanks to its anecdotal style. Jean’s obvious love for a place that is not purely a dot on a map but a place whose contours are forever etched on her heart and soul lights up every single word. Ingrained throughout is the belief that as an EastEnder you automatically belong to a unique club in which everyone subscribes to an unwritten set of rules, a certain way of life, endeavouring to make the best of things . Without a doubt Jean has definitely made the most of every opportunity that’s come knocking, creating her own good fortune and enjoying a wide variety of careers. You really don’t need to belong to the same era as the author to fully engage with these wonderful recollections but for someone like me who’s in her fifties parts of this memoir felt like a trip down memory lane. References to that once much loved high street institution Woolworths, certain kids tv programmes, the family focused attitude towards caring for older generations and even tales of hop picking holidays resonated with me. She reminded me of how relatively easy it used to be finding employment, whether that be as a part time Saturday girl or in a more permanent full time capacity. Those were the days you could literally walk or talk your way into a job! Although I enjoyed this memoir in its entirety if I had to pick out some favourite highlights they would be the author’s experiences of time spent working in a fashion boutique, on the shop floor and behind the till at Woolworths and in a chemist shop. Jean and her fellow workmates were definitely creative, if somewhat underhand when it came to capitalising on the perks of their roles!
But don’t be fooled into thinking this memoir takes a rose tinted view of way back when. Not at all. This is an expose of life in the East End warts and all. And it was hard at times. She never glosses over the less savoury aspects of life, unafraid to mention for example the incidents of domestic violence that the majority turned a blind eye to and the deep rooted sexism that always lurked in the background as well as her mother’s poor mental health. Memories of her life as a young PC in the Metropolitan police perfectly encapsulate attitudes towards women that now would be regarded with horror and disbelief yet they are palatable thanks to the sense of humour the author attaches to her storytelling. She adopts a non judgmental, unsentimental approach to these recollections, simply acknowledging and accepting that these things were part and parcel of a different era. Above all I loved the honesty with which the author writes, the humour that is ever present and her ability to capture the spirit of the East End. Jean’s love for the place she calls home really is infectious.
I would recommend this to anyone who enjoys a slice of social history; I found it to be both fascinating and entertaining in equal measure.
I have enjoyed reading Jean Fullerton's novels over the years and have always been impressed by the way she brings the East End of London to life in such an authentic way. Her remarkable ability to get right into the heart of the community springs from her own background of growing up in the places she writes about so vividly.
In A Child of the East End we meet Jean in 1954 when lived with her family in a small workers' cottage in London's East End. Surrounded by extended family, and friends, Jean's upbringing was typical of the time, and whilst material possessions were in short supply in houses with no indoor plumbing, there was never any shortage of friendship and support amongst those who called the place home. Tight knit communities, who saw both the best, and the worst of times, encouraged a deep seated loyalty and the unique ability to make the best of what you'd got but still reach for something better.
I've really enjoyed reading this memoir which takes us from the mid-1950s, through to the late 1970s, and found it to be a fascinating journey through the social history of the post-war generation, inviting us into the East End of London during some momentous years of change. The author's warm personality come shining through as does her love for her family, the area she lived in and her genuine rapport with everyone she comes into contact with. I enjoyed the different chapters and found much to enjoy as we get to observe all aspects of the author's life, the good, the bad and even, at times, the sad and the challenging.
A Child of the East End is a beautifully written memoir with a fascinating insight into the author's life growing up in this vibrant part of East London.
Jean Fullerton is an extremely popular novelist with many great books to her name including the Ration Book series, the early books featuring Nurse Millie and Connie and the East End Nolan Family sagas. But this book is different, it's her story told from the heart. Born in 1954, housing in London was then like it is portrayed in the TV series "Call the Midwife", damp walls, with earth floors, no inside bathroom and a single bedroom upstairs reached by a wooden staircase. All her family lived nearby and everyone was happy. A few years later they were rehoused in a new flat, and it must have been like heaven with all the mod cons, including separate bathroom and toilet, hot water, fitted kitchen and an airing cupboard. As you read along you are treated to sad, amusing, sometimes really funny and tender moments as Jean tells us all about her childhood from school dinners, shopping with her mum, religion and many family events. Then onto her life as a teenager, her part time jobs in the fashionable boutiques (and some very dodgy goings on), to the local library, chemist and her local Woolworths store. Finally onto her days as a young WPC and her life on the streets of London, and then her marriage.
Although I am 4 years younger so many of Jean's recollections of her school life really reminded me of mine, so many different things found me thinking omg I remember that, doing that or seeing that done. This is a book that you will not want to put down, it's uplifting and totally full of real life friendships and family moments. I really enjoyed reading it and would recommend it to anyone who likes to read about life as it was then, so full of treasured memories.
I don't often read historical fiction and I don't read many autobiographies or memoirs. This is where Pigeonhole comes in, offering signed up readers the chance to read books for free (unless you are a Patron, I am), in exchange for an honest review. I mention this because it is solely through this digital platform that I have extended my choice of reading material and given other genres a chance, 'finding' new authors along the way. Sometimes the match is successful, other times not so much. Jean Fullerton's 'A Child of The East End' is straightforward, a pleasure to read and a fascinating piece of social history. Even though I was born part way through 1970, this frank, funny and sometimes sad reminiscence of growing up in the East End of London brought back some memories for me and evokes a time long gone. In many ways, with the sexism, racism, inequalities, poverty and turn-a-blind-eye attitudes, it is good riddance. Yet there was also a charm, a simplicity and a sense of family which you could argue has got lost in today's society. Reading about Fullerton's Saturday jobs, schooling, romantic liaisons and her career in the Metropolitan Police Force was interesting. It was also quite refreshing that the author didn't need to litter the writing with 'clues' and unexpected twists (yes, I do read psychological thrillers and crime novels a lot!) The saddest part is when the author tells us all about her Mum, but if you want to wander in and out of a city's highs and lows back in the 50s and 60s, you will just have to pick up a copy.
I am a little bit of a history nut and I love learning about things that have happened and how people lived before us. It always amazes me how much things have changed over the years, maybe I’m just a bit nosy but I prefer to call it curious!
When I first read the description of this book I don’t think I fully clicked that it was pretty much an autobiography, I don’t normally read autobiographies or non-fiction books but this was a pleasant change. I found myself really engaged in the book and Jean’s life, she’s written such an honest and truthful book that touches on every element of her life.
There were both happy and sad memories and a few that I could relate to despite the difference in years – the wooden PE apparatus for example, although it so rarely budged from its position on the wall that it was a massive treat whenever it did for us. I think I remember this happening twice in my entire schooling and not once did I get to climb up it as I would have wanted!
This isn’t just a memoir though because Jean brings the reader into the book and you feel like she’s sat there in front of you chatting away rather than reading it from a page.
A wonderful book which has made me even more determined to pick up some of the ration book series! And a massive thanks to Rebecca at EDPR for having me on the blog tour for this.
This was a really lovely read, on many levels. The author was born just a few years ahead of me, and the school life she describes in East End London resonated with my experience in Nottingham a few years later. She describes a way of life that was just disappearing, as the slums of London became gentrified and changed beyond all recognition. Born into a poor, but very close family, her descriptions were just a joy to read.
The book is also an autobiography, chronicling her early life, her wish to become a fashion designer (and I could empathise instantly with those who's parents would not fund their further education as it wasn't for the likes of them, as well as her own father's insistence on her bringing home her board which denied her the chance to follow her dream). And her life as a young WPC in a very male world. She tells it all, no holds barred, warts and all.
A brave and very interesting book. Thank you to NetGalley and Atlantic Books for allowing me access to the ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Thank you to Rebecca Mortimer of ed. Public Relations for the invitation to read and review the latest book by Jean Fullerton – all about her own personal family history.
Regular readers of my book review blog will have seen my reviews for Jean’s Ration Book series based on the fictional Brogan family, a series that I have loved to read. My last review can be read here : https://mentoringmumof2bookreviews.ho...
Jean’s own life story is fascinating, starting with her childhood in the East End of London. School days, Saturday jobs, families, visiting London Zoo, sexism in the workplace, working in the fashion industry and joining the police force are just a few of the topics covered. Some of the events or people mentioned in the book have been inspiration for her fictional writing.
Having loved watching Call the Midwife, this book looks at the life of people living in the same local area during the most recent episodes, moving into high rise buildings and living through the ‘big freeze’. The book isn’t just Jean’s personal history but provides information about how life changed in the post war years in the East End of London.
Happy to recommend A Child of the East End by Jean Fullerton to readers of my reviews.
As a fan of Jean Fullerton’s fictional novels, I couldn’t wait to read this one!
Jean was brought up in the east end of London in the 1950’s and 60’s and – as you would expect – tells her story well. From her schooldays through to her career choices, this is a ‘warts’n’all’ memoir.
The first thing that struck me was that life in the east end wasn’t that different from life elsewhere; I’m Scottish and communities here, especially in socially deprived areas, stuck together and supported each other. For the main part, I learned that life in London was much freer than life in a Scottish village. I’m guessing that I’m a few years younger that Jean and remember a few things differently. I was fourteen – in the seventies – when the school leaving age changed from fifteen to sixteen; I clearly recall some of my classmates being really put out at having to stay on for that extra year. There is no doubt that she had plenty of stuff to deal with growing up, and this is an enlightening read. For me, four stars.
What a great book looking in depth at life in the East end in the 60s and beyond.
The author gave such brilliant descriptions of the different areas that at times you felt you were almost there, this lady did lead a fascinating life.
If you've never been to London it gives you a great peek into eastend life and the struggles of the early days.
They had to put up with small cold homes, with no bathroom or inside toilet, no heating, and no privacy as their homes were so small sometimes just a couple of rooms. But they got on with it. With most of the streets taken up by the same family, they could always call on a family member for help.
We follow Jean from her days as a child going through school, her family life, her different employments, and up to when she joined the police force all so descriptive that your memory ran riot. We lived through the ups and downs in her life. I really enjoyed this book.
I really enjoyed this no- holds- barred memoir as Jean Fullerton describes East End life in the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s.
Many of us are guilty of looking back at the past with rose-tinted glasses. This memoir, however, details the struggles of the post-war years. What we seem to have lost today, however, is that sense of community, of belonging.
Even though I grew up in Yorkshire, this book brought back many memories of my own childhood, growing up in the sixties and seventies. Life really was much simpler then.
Moving forward to the seventies and Jean becomes a policewoman in London. This part is fascinating and probably deserves a book of its own at some point.
Spanning three very different decades, this book details how life, customs and traditions have changed over the years and gives a fascinating insight into a bygone era.
An autobiographical work from Jean Fullerton, who was born in London’s East End and lives there still. The author has written many popular series of books set in the area but this is the story of her childhood and adolescence plus a glimpse into working as a police officer in the early 70s. I found the depiction of her childhood really interesting. There’s heartbreak and humour in good measure, and it was very interesting to read about the casual scamming and thieving which was a way of life when working in shops and factories. The story of what happened to her mum was so sad to read, and I loved reading about the author’s school dinners. Probably not something I’d have picked up if I hadn’t read it with The Pigeonhole but a warm, authentic read.
A true account of author Jean Fullerton’s childhood, growing up in the east end of London. Jean was born in 1954 and spent her life growing up in sixties and seventies London. Despite not growing up in London, a lot of her memories echoed my own, growing up in South Wales. I suppose childhood is childhood, no matter where that happens.
Despite coming from very different backgrounds I was surprised by how similar our experiences were, coming from such diverse communities. Being brought up by communities must also be similar, no matter where that community resides.
The memoir takes you from the fifties, through the sixties and seventies. It is very well written with no spare maudlin words. The author’s warm personality shines through the pages, making this an easy read.
This brought back a lot of memories for me, being a child of the East End myself although 5 years older than Jean. I really loved it. There were a few bits that I would question , very likely because we are 5 years apart, on page 41 should her USRR actually read USSR? Most East Enders that I know thought that toast and dripping was yummy and still do. On our atlas at school the British Empire bits were always pink not red. We had to have a maths test at Woolworths before we could be a Saturday girl. Mum rollet had been around ages before Jean was 15, we were told to take it with us on camp trips with the girl guides. Plus I can remember Lilia sanni towels at that time as well as Dr Whites, and they were horrid.
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I really wanted to like this book more than I did. It wasn’t any fault of the other. She gave what precisely the book promised.. what it was like her to grow up on the East end.
I admired her spunk and fearlessness to try new things. Her bravery for talking about her families struggles with mental illness and her honesty in telling her true and not trying to iron over the less than admirable actions she had taken in certain times of her life.
I personally just thought it was a good story but not a great one. Maybe at another time I would reread this and find it truly excellent but I didn’t. I’d still recommend it.
I love Jean as an author especially her Ration book series, and so I was interested to find out more about the author herself. Brought up in the 1950’s East End, I’m sure many people can see the resemblance to their own families as I definitely did. My Dad was from Bow and my Mum from Hackney and both sides of my family moved to Dagenham to nice new houses. My Dad even worked at Ford’s, so I felt our family story had a lot of similarities to Jean’s. It’s a great read and also an emotional read that shows the camaraderie that the Londoner’s had even after the long hard years of the War. I would definitely recommend this book.
A Child of the East End by Jean Fullerton is an autobiography by the author and tells of her growing up in the East End of London in the 1950’s and 1960’s. She talks lovingly of her extended family and the get togethers they would have and how now the family has diminished in size. The author talks of her jobs and how she enrolled as a police officer and married. The swinging sixties and how she enjoyed herself. I enjoyed reading this book and found it a fascinating insight into growing up in the fifties and sixties in East London. I grew up in Manchester also in the fifties and sixties. Highly recommended
An absolutely great read. My first read of Jean Fullerton, very clever writing, great point of view which eases into wanting to read the book in one day. Good memories of the East End of London, proving how memories of one’s life transcends the areas in which one was born and brought up. There are decades when we were all as one, regardless of where we lived. Jean Fullerton is a master at producing memories through her life that quite easily equate, yet in a different part of England. Thanks to Pigeonhole for the opportunity to read this book along with other Pigeonhole readers. Definitely a book to devour in a day or two.
I rarely read autobiographies but, having met Jean, heard her speak and enjoyed so many of her novels, this one was a must! Being a Londoner myself and of very similar age to the author, there was much here that brought back memories, of those times when we were kids- the food, school games lessons, shopping, clothes, Saturday jobs and more. An absorbing and nostalgic read, taking us from Jean's childhood through her fashion and early police careers to her wedding. The nursing that followed is mentioned only in passing, so I can't help wondering if there might be a book two to come one day?
Life in the East End of London was hard after the war. There was a shortage of housing, a rise in crime and families living, cramped together, in total squalor. The one thing that shone through, both during the war and the aftermath was the resilience and humour of the people. Everyone looked out for their neighbours and pulled together to make the best with the hand they had been dealt. The author draws on her own family history but also her own experiences of growing up in the 1950s and '60s, to produce a heartwarming insight of an era gone by.
I’m not a big non fiction fan, but I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed Jean Fullerton’s touching and nostalgic memoir. I have read and also enjoyed a couple of her fictional books. Although I don’t come from the East End of London and I’m a little younger than the author, it was like a trip down memory lane and I could relate to some of the events and traditions. It’s an honest, warts and all account of life growing up during the 1950s, 60s and 70s. Written in an easy to read style, it made me smile as well as a little tearful. A truly inspiring life story.
I really enjoyed this biography of growing up in the 50s/ 60s in the East end of London , and what a journey it was . You always hear about growing up in a deprived east end ( Call the Midwife , tv series )but what it often shows is how the people come together and look out for each other , and Iran's story also showed aspects of this . I liked the authors way of writing and really felt for some of the people she came across in post war London.
The autobiography of this author made such interesting reading! We are much the same age, and although there was a lot that I could absolutely identify with, there was also such a lot that proved how different life in the East End of London was from how my life as a youngster progressed! So much of what Jean Fullerton wrote goes to show what a character she was, and undoubtedly still is! Thanks to Pigeonhole for the opportunity to read this book.
Loved the honesty of the narrator/author. So many aspects collided with my memories of that time despite having been brought up in Wales in the country. The fashions, the out and out sexism, experiences as a Saturday girl. I came to London at 18 and met with a great deal of the same attitudes described here and of course the music and fashion scene. Very readable and effortlessly accessible, thanks to Pigeonhole for the opportunity.
I like Jean Fullterton's books and loved this one based on her memories. It's an interesting way of learning about life in East End London and what meant to grew up in the 50/60s The author did an excellent job, never sugarcoated reality, and made me learn something new. Highly recommended. Many thanks to the publisher and Netgalley for this ARC, all opinions are mine
This was absolutely fascinating! I don't generally don't go for memoirs but having read several of the Ration Book...series by this author I thought I would give it a go when it became available to read with Pigeonhole. I am so glad that I did! This was a fascinating insight into life growing up in the East end of London and on into adulthood. Highly recommended!
Although not from the East End my memories of growing up were very similar to the author's, the Saturday job in Woolworths and the music and fashions of the time etc. Not to mention school dinners and milk which was either icy cold or too warm. Very enjoyable trip down memory lane.
Thanks to the Pigeonhole and the author for the opportunity of reading this.