The Co Op In Conway Street Corner Of Cathcart Street

A Memory of Birkenhead.

My first job when I left school (St Hughes, Park Road South) at 15 was in this shop. I was there for 3 years, until I left for bigger money at Levers. The manager was Jack Francis, a decent man who once slapped me over the back of the head for accidentally dropping bottles of pop on the floor. I forgave him though. I used to deliver orders on Friday afternoons and sometimes would borrow the butcher boys bike next to the garage a few yards away. I nearly crashed it into the back of the number 10 bus in Claughton Road one day, when I applied the brakes. They didn't work and I must have worn the toes of my shoes out stopping it.

My first day in the shop was on 6th January 1962, scraping the Xmas posters off the window with a Stanley blade. My weekly wages were £3 12/-6d. My mother took the £3.00 off me for my keep. A pair of jeans on the market cost 10 shillings and 6d. I have forgotten how to write that pre-decimal stuff properly now.

We had no indoor toilet , bath, nor hot water in our little terraced house in Cleveland Street. My dad was a docker, we lived in that house in those conditions for 20 years. My mother kept it immaculate - dunno how with 5 kids to manage.

I use to go to Livingstone Street baths with my brother and mates after work for a hot bath. Happy days.


Added 20 February 2011

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My first love worked at that Coop on the butcher counter. His name was Alan Christian. He was a tall, skinny guy with dark brown hair. He was also a big flirt, so that didn’t last long.
I also lived on Cleveland Street number 100. My dad was a docker too. I have four brothers, our name is Kerr. All of our relatives lived around us. My friends lived on Vine Street mostly, but Hilary St, Brook st too. There was a shop owned by Kerr’s, no relation, who sold the best fresh doughnuts, had a son, Jimmy, who was ‘special’. He would grab handfuls if coins out if the till and toss them into the street, what a scramble he would cause. There were more characters in that one small area than l’ve seen anywhere since. Bocker Owley, an old sailor who still wore his sailor uniform, Mrs.Gorringe who ran the tobacconist in Price Street and used snuff, Mr. Snow, the chemist, Ah Poy, the laundry boy, Freddy Vernon, the ballroom dancer, whose mom, Gladdie Lewis ran the greengrocers and fish shop, l could go on and on.

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