Reading all the - My Mother said- made me think of times at home. All the traders etc that came to the door- Bread man, Fish man, butcher, milk man, pop man, insurance collector, coal man, paraffin man and so many more. The bread man brought groceries, the fish man came another day with vegetables. We also had the 'fluke' man with freshly caught fluke from the River Dee.
I can remember hating Tuesdays- the fish man came on a Tuesday and my Mum always bought cod steaks and baked them in the oven. They had what seemed like a massive bone in the middle with three prongs!
We also had the turban man who only came round every few months selling handkerchiefs, scarves, braces. The gypsy lady with her pegs and Nottingham lace. The offer of having your fortune told.
Of course when the pop man came the bottles carried a deposit so they were recycled. Just like the milk bottles were. My mother and Grand mother always had a shopping basket.
I was talking with my GD the other day about the tramps (probably now called the homeless) We lived in a village in a rural area a couple of miles away from a brick works. Periodically a tramp used to come round and sit on the bank and sing. He travelled around the area sleeping at the brick works . My father always took him a mug of tea, sandwiches and cake. He was a very pleasant well educated man so interesting to talk to.
Happy Days!
I've got another 'keen'... Ouch!