Godber
master brummie
Commenting on another subject has prompted me to post this thread. Just up the road from my childhood home in the 70s was a row of ten shops on Yarningale Road. Starting at one end there was a bookies, then a tiny chemist, then what we called the bread shop (no baking onsite as I recall, it was all bought in from elsewhere. I wonder if each egg custard in the window came ready supplied with the wasp that always seemed to be attached to it?) followed by a newsagents (who delivered my Beano comic every Thursday) then a hairdresser’s shop, a “Wool” shop (the most stultifyingly dull place in the world to a seven year old who was forced to wait in there while his mom browsed various shades of the stuff) followed by a greengrocer’s who sold muddy potatoes and delicious toffee apples around Bonfire Night, a launderette, a Butcher’s shop with sawdust on the floor and finally a small Co-op. That row of shops supplied pretty much everything you needed for a week’s shopping which is probably why I don’t remember being taken to the supermarket very often.
On my occasional visits to the area these days I sometimes drive past them and it seems that only one or two of the units are in use now. Sad, but that’s progress I suppose.
On my occasional visits to the area these days I sometimes drive past them and it seems that only one or two of the units are in use now. Sad, but that’s progress I suppose.