Sunday was bath night.
golden syrup sandwiches!
My Grampa was a delivery driver for Bilsland's Bakery in Glasgow WITH A HORSE . Dragged him into the city as had been a stud goom with clydesdales.Bread was delivered daily by a man in a little cubic van with double doors at the back. The whole thing was pulled by a horse. My brother was employed as "The Boy" on this van and sometimes he got permission for me to go for a ride. The smell of bread and horse seemed to be very natural and secure.
Looking back I wonder how I took it as so natural to ride around so close to a horse's **** but don't worry, my brother grew out of it.
golden syrup sandwiches!
Threepenny bags of chips.
Real newspapers!with batter scraps and masses of salt and vinegar in real newspaper.
It still does in this house!!!!remember the door key hanging from a piece of string inside the letterbox
What happened there Chris?The shop at the top of the road had and early version of a soda stream machine and you could have red, green or blue pop that tasted of nothing. Dad was a fisherman in his spare time so lots of cockles and winkles with loads of vinegar, pepper and bread and butter. Great fun flicking the black cap off the winkles and seeing how far they'd go. Sugar sandwiches, with or without bananas, Sunday was always jelly and tinned fruit. Loo was halfway up the garden and in winter we had to put a parafin heater in there to stop it freezing. Fresh vegetables from the garden. When it snowed we had to walk to school and I don't remember the buses and trains etc coming to a stop just because it was snowing. Skating on the millpond in front of the house. My brother sometimes helped the lady next door to get her car started with the starting handle and one of the cars dad had was a mechesmidt (is that how it's spelt?) shaped like a bullet, one seat in front and one seat behind that. Going for a ride on the back of his motorbike without a helmet and I was about 6 yrs old. Goodness me! How on earth did I manage to live this long?
I remember the first self service shops as they were known ... mini supermarkets with maybe two three isles.The Co-op in our village opened one day and had been converted to a self service. People did not have fridges and freezers at home and so went shopping most days. This meant wire baskets in the Co-op because trollieys were still in the distant future.
No-one explained how the shop was supposed to work and our neighbour arrived home complete with wire basket full of shopping asking how you were supposed to pay for it.