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Shopping at Brooks
We grew up in Stamford Road and, at the time this photo was taken, I was 8. I remember our mother taking us shopping with my younger brother and sister as walked from our house to Brooks which for us was the most wonderful bazaar, full of colour and all sorts of goodies that we hoped our mother would buy. It always smelt of fresh coffee, as there was an old red and gold enameled coffee grinder continually in use. My mother ordered the groceries, that were delivered later in Brooks' van. Often we would then go to the Post Office which was a few doors down to the right of the picture, and would then cross the road to the sweet shop in front of Brooks to spend our pocket money on liquorice sticks, lollipops etc.
Opposite the Post Office (out of picture to the right) was a room attached to the Church which was used for Sunday School.
Barrets Butchers
I used to work at Barrets butchers in about 1982 with my mate Pete Bennett (r.i.p.). A blonde girl called Sharon used to come past everyday on her rollerblades - fond memories.
Trafford Healthcare NHS Trust
My employer - does not look as nice today.
Growing up in Flixton
I learnt to swim at Flixton baths whilst a pupil at Wellacre Infants/Juniors 1954-1959.
Saturday Matinee
I always attended the 'Saturday matinees' during the late 50's at the Curzon cinema. Happy childhood days!
USA Forces Hospital WW2
I can remember going for walks on the pathway between the Flixton(?) Golf Course and this hospital and seeing the local gals 'visiting' the 'Yanks', as we kids called them, through the fence. If we knew the girl in question it was an easy task to get 'gum' on the promise of not telling what we saw. We were rotten kids in those days, but why not, we got bombed for years during the Second World War because of the proximity of Trafford Park.
An Apprentice
I believe that the building in the right foreground with the spire is Eustace G.Parker's, where I was an apprentice watchmaker from 1965.
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