The Fields Of Golden Corn In Sunbury
A Memory of Sunbury.
I was born in 1950 above my father's butchers shop Laughtons in Green St. Behind the shop they made leather from cows hide I can still smell it not pleasant haha. Beside the butchers shop there was Dots Cafe a big jolly kindly lady, who came to my aid when I knocked myself unconscious after falling off the horse field wall and knocking myself unconscious. Then there was the green grocers who I used visit everyday. The grapes came in big barrels filled with cork and bananas in wooden boxes one day when he was opening the box a beautiful colourful creature jumped out and landed on my arm. It was furry and I was delighted until he shouted don't move don't breath. His face was wet with sweat I remember, he promptly knocked it from my arm and swatched the tarantula. I was so disappointed, I was then banned from the greengrocer. Then their was the emporium a little antique shop and down the road the furrier where the horse's got new shoes. I used to go down school lane and into the allotments where there was always a few strawberries and then down to the end of School walk and over the stye into the field of golden corn and make a den. There was also a gravel pit nearby where myself and my brother used to go although forbidden and gather adder skins all the colours of the rainbow. We had wonderful summers in Sunbury the swimming pool, the fishing with our nets catching tiddlers at the flower pot green. The sun always shone in Sunbury wonderful days. If anyone remembers me i would love to here from them old friends are best friends. I am now living in southern Ireland. I lived in Sunbury until 1969.I went to Nursery road infants school, just remembered the sweet shop black jacks and fruit salads. And Kenyngton Manor another memory old Mrs Lester the sewing teacher throwing a wooden rubber at me for talking haha.
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I remember Laughton's very well, as when I was a child my mother used to send me (we lived on Green Street in Blakesley Lodge) to buy lean minced beef. It had sawdust on the floor and beef carcasses hanging on hooks. There was a cashier in a glass cage who took the money.