The pawn shop was Mr Swingler, on a monday morning there would be a long queue waiting for him to open, people could pawn anything from bed-sheets, their wedding-rings or the old mans suit (if he owned one!).
I have vivid memories of waiting in the queue with my mom in the late forties. He was a large man,possibly of Jewish origin, and he wore gold-rimmed spectacles. People were quite hard-up in those days, and it was often quite difficult for them to redeem thier pledges and so, if you did'nt get them out within 6 months, they became the property of the pawn-broker, who then put them up for sale as unredeemed pledges.