Advent 4 On shopping
I don’t sleep so much now I’m old, but it doesn’t bother me. I don’t have to go to work!
Also, since I discovered audio books, I can just plug myself into my earphones and listen. I like value for money (the influence of that thrifty childhood again) so I go for long reads – hence Dickens.
Thinking about Advent and preparing for Christmas, I quickly arrived at the topic of shopping. At this point I googled for pictures of the grocers’ shops I remembered from the 50s. Then I noticed that these were pretty thin on the ground, although pictures of older shops from the 19th & early 20th centuries were common. But, guess what? They looked much the same!
Had Charles Dickens walked into the grocers on the corner of the road where I lived at five years old, he would have felt quite at home. The dark wood fittings; the large block of butter from which a lump of the requested weight was scooped with a flat wooden spoon; the ornate cast iron till.
Most of my friends and I ran errands from an early age. Far fewer people had cars, so side roads were often empty. We children were accustomed to considering the streets our territory. All of us were thrown out of the house to play. Housework, washing and cooking were much more onerous then. Children underfoot were an unwanted hindrance.
I was scared of the grocers. It was gloomy and confusing. You had to ask for items, which meant you had to memorise exactly what you had been sent to fetch. I doubted my competence and the grocer in his Dickensian apron wasn’t very helpful in prompting, though he must have known what my mother usually bought. She went there all the time. We didn’t have a fridge, so had to buy perishable items day by day.
My experience might not have been quite the equivalent of Scrooge sending a boy for the biggest goose on Christmas morning, but it wasn’t that far off.
Yet I’m glad I grew up in a time when children were generally expected to be self-reliant and to be useful, whether in going for messages, or in removing themselves from under busy adults’ feet.
In braving the grocers, I learnt to face up to uncomfortable situations and to put aside my own individual qualms in the interests of the general good.
Even, if in this case, it only amounted to ensuring there was sufficient butter to put on the bread for tea!
4 thoughts on “What the Dickens?”
Loving the blogs! At Mum’s funeral last week I spent half an hour talking to Dorothy, same age as Mum. We reminisced on how she used to serve me, from as young as 6 or 7, in ‘The Tea Shop’ ( London and. Newcastle Tea Company) with Best Butter – from afore-mentioned block! And cheese. And loose biscuits. And then she would check over the ‘messages’ list I gave her, and ‘the messages’, also known as ‘the rations’ would then be delivered by the boy on the black bike with the frame on the front to hold the box. Those were the days eh?? Xx
Yes there are a lot of us around who grew up in a very different world!
Jenny, sorry to hear that you have lost your Mum. Glad you enjoyed your time reminiscing with your Mum’s friend.
Thank you, she was the most wonderful person! Will be so missed, when diagnosed she declared ‘I’m fine! I’m 87 you know! I’ve had a good life! ‘ A wealth of happy memories.