Talacre During The War Years

A Memory of Talacre.

The post from 2009 by (name unknown) reflects on my childhood spent in Talacre, because my father worked for Dora Williams as the baker. His bread and pies were awesome! I also, at the age of 7 or 8, had a job from the bakery, which was also a dairy. I had a pony and cart that I used to drive to a farm down near the main Chester road, where I would collect a big churn of milk and bring it back to the dairy. There I ladled milk into bottles and pressed the paper caps on. I would then drive all over the village delivering the milk. Each customer left money at the door - fourpence ha'penny a pint. If there was a jug there I would ladle the right amount of milk into it, then cover with a beaded cloth to keep the flies out. We (my brother Mike, sister Aneata-June and I) had a terrific childhood in Talacre. What a wonderful place it was then, no electricity or main water, but idyllic with woods, fields, animals, birds - all gone now, I guess, but I have terrific memories of it.