1968 1971
A Memory of Hayes.
Moved to Hayes at the age of 12 and it seemed to be a busy place to a girl just up from the country! As I got used to more traffic and industry I found it to be a nice place though.
I remember Townfield Girls Secondary (dreadful place!) and hated it enough to forego graduating to the 6th form so left soon after the 5th form.
Went to work in E. Moss the Chemists in Station Road. Loved that job. For anyone who remembers 'The Sweet' well, I used to sell them their make-up.
I was responsible for ordering the 'patent' medicines and when Head Offcie sent in a condom stand naturally I filled it and placed it on the counter. It caused uproar!
At the age of 15 I thought Head Office were displaying a responsible attitude (well you know what the late 60's were like with 'free love') but unfortunately the attitude of the older generation of Hayes was still stuck in the Victorian times!!
I remember too, that when guy's came in to purchase them and were confronted with either myself or co-worker (who was 18) nine times out of ten they ended up buying shampoo, razor blades, aftershave etc; before they actually summoned up enough courage to ask for what they really wanted.
I remember too, Wally Barters on the corner to Botwell Lane, the Hole in the Wall in Station Road and the huge empire in Clayton Road that was E.M.I. Records.
And then there was Fishers across the road from Moss's. Funny how the guy that owned it always managed to time it just right so that he'd pop his head through the curtain of the changing cubicle just as you were down to your undies!!! I bought my first pair of platform shoes next door in Lennards.
Used to hang out at the Wimpey, Pinkwell Youth Club and Cranford Park.
Hayes today has changed a lot. Station Road is pedestrianised, E.M.I. has gone (some of the buildings are used for asylum seekers) and in general its just not a very nice place now. I will definately not be returning!!
Add your comment
You must be signed-in to your Frith account to post a comment.
Add to Album
You must be signed in to save to an album
Sign inSparked a Memory for you?
If this has sparked a memory, why not share it here?
Comments & Feedback