hi ray
i would also like to say a very big thank you to you ,for those unforgetable
memories of growing up of the litchfield rd aston that instantly came flooding
back to me ,as if it was only yesterday .i can have an instant memory for each and every one pic shot you have put on
the shot of the pic facing mattys and yes [ the widdows arms ]
some say not ,but i stick to my guns ,and i can see the terrace where i was
born with astons the cake shop at the bottom of the terrace where i got my
1d cakes and a bag of mixed broken bisuits at the age of 6 years old
and the memory of sitting on the street floor [ the pament] watching , and
listening to the pigs being delivered and screaming from the back
and alsp my fasiacion of watching the pork pie,s coming down the factory
and being hoisted up stairs on the lift by the gates to be stored ,
and also when they was coming down to the shop and wheeled into the shop
i used to go up the side of the shop and climb on a ledge and peer through
the window and watch the men slaughter the pigs see how they done it
with a stun gun , and stab to let them bleed then stick them
in a tank of boiling water and scrub them ,
between the age of 6 ,and ten i was always at that gate every day waiting for
for the pigs to come some days they would see them come
and many times i would see the guys chasing them down the tram tracks
stopping the traffic every day i sat at them gates the guys got to know me as
that little boy whom sat at the gates i got to know peter thompson
and afew other workers there another nice guy was named alan
i remember when he broke up from work he said he was going on holiday
i was about eight at the time they knew my mother he said do you
want to come to the sea side with us i said oh yes
and i followed him over the rd to the bus stop he said go and asked your
mom then so he crossed me back over the rd i ran up the terrace and
told mom she said don,t be silly you little boy so i ran back down he terrace
only to get bit on the back side by bruce , [ a ginger haird dog ]
belong to georgie jarrett i had to go back to the house crying and alan
the chap jumped on the tram and gone when you are a kid two weeks seem
a life time i asked peter about him he said hes on holiday
and the rest i used to help a postman before going to school all down to
the last chance cafe so you see i have some great memorys even fetching
te coal from illselys with one of there barrows the old lady
was a old moaner there when kids fetch the coal and had to pay a deposit
to borrow a barrow , ray ther was a wine and spirit cash and carry
just down past the car sales it was just passed the post ofice
i know there was a off licence as well but these was two different companys
they had two parts of there business on each side of the road
any idea what it was called, many thanks astonian ;;