I remember Mrs Hassall very well, she lived on the opposite side to us a couple of doors down from my Auntie Ethel and Uncle Bill (Ethel and Bill Hall and their sons Bill, Sam and Gerry). Mrs Hassall used to hold a religious service (Beth Shan?) in her front room on Sunday afternoons. Yes, the trains did take visitors by surprise but we just didn’t notice them, likewise the steepness of the stairs (until when I was quite ill when I was 8 years old two ambulance men had to get me down the stairs on a stretcher - I was almost vertical!) I think the houses were demolished in 1978, it broke my Mum’s heart. I know the street must have appeared grim to other people but it really wasn’t to us, there was a real sense of community and I remember it, and the neighbours, fondly.