When I was very young my dad used to drop me off at Carters cafe in Kirkgate market where my grandma use to work, her name was Ethel Johnson (nee Deacon), happy days. It's tragic seeing Bradford today, what a lovely compact shopping centre it had, my dad was a wool merchant and it was a close knit community of wool men.
A memory shared byon Mar 30th, 2011.
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