I’d like to share some recollections of working at Stoke Shop and Post Office in Hampshire, where my mother was employed some 60 years or so ago. The business belonged to Mr. and Mrs. A. Rose, and the staff at the time comprised Miss Marjory Knight, Mr. and Mrs. Rose, Mr. Baker and myself. Mr […]
Clutching a penny in my hand, I stood transfixed by jars of striped humbugs, liquorice laces, aniseed balls and fruit sherbets, their glass shells reflecting the lights of the corner shop. Inside Mrs Taylor, philosopher, counsellor and occasional money-lender, waited with infinite patience. If she was busy she would leave me enjoying the intense pleasure […]
Before the days of bar codes, shop ping trolleys, refrigeration cabinets and pre-packed foods, the grocer was truly a man of many parts. He often acted as a buyer, seller, display man, slicer of bacon, butter slapper and weigher-out of bulk delivered goods. Treacle from 40-gallon drums was drawn off into empty jam jars brought […]
My husband is very fit for his age but in 1955, as a boy of 13, he must have been super-fit! Along with many other young people at that time, he was expected to contribute towards the family budget and was considered fortunate to have obtained the position of errand boy to the local grocer. […]
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