Photo: Philip Confrey
Item #: 936
I remember once calling in the shop on the way home from school. I was supposed to get some nails for my dad. I beat a hasty retreat when a spanner came flying at my head!
Whatever you wanted, if he didn't like the look of you (ie if you were under 50 ) you were greeted with "Geet none " ( pronounced "known"). He had an old car in the bacK, with cord-operated wooden hands for indicators. I wonder what became of it?
i remember he used to paint his prams etc every year and put them outside to try and sell.but they were there for ever,if you went inside all you could see was a 12inch square hole to get served through.memories.
My mum grew up on Bryn Street, she reckons the car went to a museum.
i remember going in with my brother billy i was to scared to go by myself