Everything You Needed Except Furniture

A Memory of Horrabridge.

1950's to 1960's
There were two butchers (Chinn's was one), two bakers (Toops and Hancocks), two barbers (Mr Colwill and Stansbury's who also had a Christmas Club for toys) numerous grocery shops. A Draper's shop that sold nearly everything - wool, a shilling an ounce skein. Post Office and Maddocks shop over the bridge on the way to the school where there was a great selection of penny sweets. Spears the greengrocers. Valances farm behind Chinn's the butcher. Mr Coleman was the headmaster at the Primary School. Fond memories of the school - Mrs Huber, Mrs Gilbert, but not Miss Eslick, she was a dragon.

An abattoir off Fillace Lane (now the London Inn car park) - we could hear the pigs squealing when being slaughtered and I hated the smell when walking past the pick-up lorry when it was parked in Fillace Lane for loading of the animal hides.
The only thing we couldn't buy in the village was furniture. The Village was not dormitory to Plymouth. A trip to Plymouth was a rare occasion for my family. A walk on the moors heaven.


Added 19 September 2015

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We also had Wrights stores at the end of Bedford road and Mrs Coaths opposite Toops the bakers. Our mums would go down there on a Friday night to do their shopping. The Co-op was opposite the drapers. (I see in the paper they want to come back to the village in the Leaping Salmon) Guides were held behind the London Inn. Like Elaine we were aloud some days to go into Maddocks to buy our sweets and go to see Mrs Stansbury for toys. Miss Eslick was very handy with the ruler I remember to my cost. After we left her class we went down to the Chapel school rooms at the bottom of the hill which is now a private house. Our teacher there was Miss Myles and she was also our Brown Owl. When we went into Plymouth we would usually catch the train and we also went on our Sunday School trips by train as well from Horrabridge Station.

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