Mr Mullenger the fishmonger who opened up in an alleyway all day Thursday and half days Friday and Saturday. Mainly selling ready cooked winkles, smoked eel, kippers, crabs and very occasionally, lobsters all aimed for special weekend breakfast or high tea. And the only shop to sell bunches of fresh parsley for a parsley sauce to go with Fridays fish. The Co-op Haberdashers which sold a wonderful selection of curtain material and dress lengths and it’s manager who called me a little red haired maiden right up until the time I went into the shop the week before my eldest was born and I became the little red haired young madam. Woolworths with its young salesgirls nattering together behind its counters. The Home & Colonial’s shop with its hessian sacks of pudding rice, dried pulses and other goods, open at the top to display contents and lined up against the counters behind which men wearing brown long jackets stood quietly waiting to measure out whatever was asked for.
It was the only place to find the long grain rice suitable for the curries we sometimes had, using the Co- ops curry powder mix which had a vile yellow colour never seen again until the 1970’s when it became a popular colour for cars and called baby shxxt yellow by those who knew babies. The dairy which sold goose eggs and bottles of milk with thick cream on the top and it’s large lumps of butter which they would willingly pat between two flat wooden paddles to produce attractive flat butter portions, ideal for a special Sunday tea. The greengrocers run by father and son, both born with cleft pallets and the son whose operation was more successful who translated for strangers who couldn’t understand his fathers speech. And who always asked what the potatoes were for and always seemed to recommend King Edwards.
All shops long gone but remembered from the late 1940’s