That story reminds me of when i was growing up in cromwell terrace lichfield rd aston
when every think was delivered by horse and cart the baker the milk man the raqg and bone
and comwell terrace was a long big terrace up a hill
but every time these trades man called in the fortis and fifties the women used to race each oher down the terrace to the kerb and try and get the horse muck bebore any body else
the three main contestants with there bucket and shovel was the goughs ; the marshall whom kept chickens as well in the garden next to our garden fence
and every saturday evening around seven oclock old man mashall would come out with his pen knife and select a bird from the pen he would catch it in front of us and ring its neck and with drawn is pen knife from hs pocket in his waist coat and slit the hens throat
and take him in for there sundays lunch he grew mint andvegies ; so he always tryed to beat the contender for the horse muck fo his garden ten there was the brants
always trying to beat old goughs with her bucket and shovels its was a laugh
old goughty always made big cakes fruity ones and always gave our family one
every morning as we was a big family of kids in the terrace
those were days before automation lads and i used to enjoy charging around handsworth delivering the milk for midlads dairies it was a great area and great people
from one end of handsworth to the other but sadly now its become a no go area after dark
with the younger generation but those floatscould really go some speed
i always finished at the barrel and the old red lion pub on saturday after noons
around five oclock it was a big round
good old days i say ; best wishes astonian
when every think was delivered by horse and cart the baker the milk man the raqg and bone
and comwell terrace was a long big terrace up a hill
but every time these trades man called in the fortis and fifties the women used to race each oher down the terrace to the kerb and try and get the horse muck bebore any body else
the three main contestants with there bucket and shovel was the goughs ; the marshall whom kept chickens as well in the garden next to our garden fence
and every saturday evening around seven oclock old man mashall would come out with his pen knife and select a bird from the pen he would catch it in front of us and ring its neck and with drawn is pen knife from hs pocket in his waist coat and slit the hens throat
and take him in for there sundays lunch he grew mint andvegies ; so he always tryed to beat the contender for the horse muck fo his garden ten there was the brants
always trying to beat old goughs with her bucket and shovels its was a laugh
old goughty always made big cakes fruity ones and always gave our family one
every morning as we was a big family of kids in the terrace
those were days before automation lads and i used to enjoy charging around handsworth delivering the milk for midlads dairies it was a great area and great people
from one end of handsworth to the other but sadly now its become a no go area after dark
with the younger generation but those floatscould really go some speed
i always finished at the barrel and the old red lion pub on saturday after noons
around five oclock it was a big round
good old days i say ; best wishes astonian