I think the numbering of these houses is slightly higher. My families recollection of houses with these identities were they were on the opposite side of the road to the office license and Jacksons Fish and Chip Shop (not directly opposite - just slightly higher up Clifton Road). On the right hand side of the photograph the last 2 properties I believe to be Elsies Grocery shop and directly next door the grocers ran by Mrs Mac, with an entry in between the two shops.
I was born just down the road in Vicarage road but Dad made good in business and we moved to Sutton Coldfield when I was three, my nan lived in Clifton road, she ran a general store and her name was Clara McNickle fondly known by all around as Mac, so guessing your talking about my nan, my Mom, Olive Turner Mom.
I remember Saturdays spent with my nan ( Mac ) the shop interior is firmly etched in my mind, the worn and split lino on the floor, the rows of sweets in big jars that were out of my reach, the yellow sun screen film on the window, all with a permanently open door with nan sitting in the back room watching the horse racing ( she liked a bet or two ) then you would hear some one shout "Shop !" and Nan would get up to serve them. I remember the till was a wooden draw with a bell on. I remember the metal milk crates by the door and the orange pop that came with the milkman.I remember the kids from the back houses would come in to see me and I could not work out why they did not have shoes on, my Mom would say " nothing to do with you" when I asked.
I also remember even as a kid, locals coming in for food and instead of paying they got put in the "tick" book, just try that at Asda today !! I also remember the day a freezer arrived and was promptly filled with an assortment of frozen Birds Eye foods ( it was the future back then ) the bread man, the rag and bone man who came down the road on a horse drawn cart with plastic bags with goldfish in them.
A dog got run over outside the chip shop by a van, right under he went and came out the other side yelping his head off but still ran for his life down the road, never found out if he / she was ok.
My sister was a big girl ( 5 years older ) was not always around as she went to Boldmere girls school, but when she was we would pinch the little golly wogs ( can I say that ?) from the back of the Robinson Jam jars, she would send them off to claim enamel pin badges.
Summer holidays were long when your a kid and seeing my friends from Clifton Road was a special time, can remember taking toys from home to play with the kids from the back houses as they did not seem to have any, another "nothing to do with you" from mom when I asked.....little did I know!
I remember a street party for something, and lots of fun and laughter in the street, sinking and dancing, then a Winter that nearly killed my nan off with shingles, but Summer soon comes around again and more happy times, but then I remember some men came one day and nan was sad.
Compulsory purchase to make way for the Aston Expressway. of course I did not understand at the time what was going on, but can remember the people leaving one by one, if I missed a Saturday visit then I missed another friendly neighbour leave. My nan ended up in a Masonette on the Copenhall Grove estate, she had lost her husband in the war, raised thee kids, paid of the house mortgage at their house in Erdington, bought the shop, made a life serving others, and some oinks just shut it down without any thought of the community, or her.
Mac went on to live to the ripe old age of 95 and rests in Witton Cemetery, a small unassuming grave for a woman who loved the shop and her customers, as a kid I had no idea how important she had been to so many people, as I approach my late fifties I can see it all now, to see her mentioned after a random search I made on Google was simply brilliant so thanks for the memory as they say.