From the Kent and Sussex Courier, 21 August, 1936.
I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE," SAYS SLUM DWELLER
HOW ONLY OCCUPANT OF CONDEMNED HOME
MYSTERY OF "THE PIG AND WHISTLE."
East Peckham Square, once described as one of the worst Slums in England,
will soon be no more. Their occupants - all except one - are now housed
in shining new Council houses near Branbridge, and the queer, pokey,
little cottages which formed the Square are being torn down. The sides
of the Square are formed by a row of two-storied cottages, one room to
each story. There are no back doors, there being just a blank wall
running the whole length of the block.
The centre block consists of dwellings but with two small rooms on the
ground floor. There is no other storey. There is one lavatory to every
four houses and the only water supply is a well in the centre of the
Square. But within a fortnight all that will have disappeared.
Mr. Edward Wells, however, is loathe to leave the cottage in the Square
which has been his home for 30 years. "I don't want to leave," he told
the Courier reporter. "I've grown fond of the old place, and if I had my
way I would like to finish my days here. I shall have to go on Monday,
though, but I'm staying here as long as I can." Mr. Wells settled
himself comfortably by the old canopied fireside as he spoke and puffed
contentedly at his pipe. The wind whistled through the broken panes and
empty rooms of the adjacent houses, and a few yards away came the crash
of falling masonry. It seemed as though a Spanish revolution would leave
Mr. Wells quite unperturbed.
The building of unusual interest to perish in this demolition scheme is
the old "Pig and Whistle" which borders the road. The mode of its
construction, faggots bound mud from the ceiling and wall plaster
suggests considerable antiquity, and it is believed that it was some 200
years ago that the building flourished as a beer shop and was known as
the "Pig and Whistle." Enquiry among the older inhabitants of East
Peckham revealed little, except that the shop sold beer many years
before any living villager can remember.
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