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The corner shop

tel 16 Jan 2025

This would of been a typical 60s/70s street scene in northern England with kids playing in the street lit by "The corner shop"

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Oh my, that could be our corner shop "Johnsons", Hull, East Yorkshire. And the memories come flooding back. Brilliant tel. The old woman would wrap your box of Omo wash powder in brown paper coz there were certain things they weren't allowed to sell on a Sunday. Do you remember that?

Ha, thats hilarious! No i can't remember not being able to sell soap powder on a sunday. So glad the scene conjures up memories of " the good ole days" 😉

Mrs Jonno would sell us 7 year old kids one Park Drive cigarette, as long as we told her it was for our mother, although I'm sure she knew it wasn't.🤣

Thats right we called it a threpenny ( 3d) plus a free match!

You got a free match but you we paid 2d😯 To be honest I think the chimney smoke did us more harm, there were dangers but we also had freedom. To clean the outside of the upstairs sliding sash windows my mother would sit on the sill on the outside with her legs dangling on the inside, pretty dangerous if you ask me. The breadman sold hot cakes off the back of his van, a housewives favourite (I'm sure they liked the breadcakes as well) several of the local kids grew up looking like the breadman🤣. We had a bloke selling Sunday papers from a big basket on the front of his push bike, you could stop him and buy one. Poor bloke only had one leg, I don't know how he managed to keep that bike upright, but he did. I felt sorry for Albert the tramp, I always wondered where he went at night, when it was cold and raining, us kids were told to keep away from him but he was more harmless than the bloke in the raincoat who used to watch us play on the swings. When I asked my mother why was a particular character was so tiny she said "because he's a dwarf" which puzzled me as I wondered if he knew Snow White, and every time my baby sister saw him she'd reach out of the pram to try to hug him, she called him "little daddy". That was the 60s for you, such characters I hadn't thought of in a while, rekindled memories thanks to your works of art which are always well executed and true to life as we knew it. Can't wait to see what you come up with next.

Thanks for the anecdotes TLP , think we had similar upbringings. Glad you like my occasional reflections on life in Britain in "The good ole days"

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