In nearby Rawtenstall, up the valley,there is one of the last “ Herbalist’s”.
It also sells drinks ,all plant based.
Fitzpatrick’s, a pokey little shop selling medicinal herbs etc.
People come from miles to visit, quaint to say the least but very popular.
We used togo to Church on Sunday mornings then go to our local herbalist’s for hot OXO or Horlicks in Winter and D&B,Cream soda etc in the Summer.
Put a coin in the Juke box and hear the latest hits, this the early 1950’s.
Then or before we girls would walk past the boys,(we had all been to Church)
Stiletto heels got stuck in the nicks between the paving slabs , the boys would wiggle them out ,then they had to marry you!!!
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Back to church for Evensong after tea ,Summer a walk ,in Winter someone’s house for coffee made with milk.Nescafé in a tin . Nothing tastes so good these days.
We were easily pleased ,knew well one another’s families and there were some very long stable marriages from those Sunday outings.
Still in contact with a few of those people.
Just looked at my Christmas card list , each year there are a few who don’t send one back.
I have a school photograph ,taken just prior to the 11+exam, I can still name them all, they were so kind and friendly towards me when I started school in Manchester after being an evacuee,with a funny accent,no idea of the rules of playground games like Rally Vo —- possibly Relievo .
My nickname was Veronica Lake ,well she was a blond Hollywood star with long hair covering half her face, I had two very dark plaits —
At eight losing milk teeth too!
Not a pretty sight.
Well chicken in the oven ,veges ready and stuffing ,apple sauce.
Cheerio,take care it could be very treacherous tomorrow if it freezes overnight.
Viktoria.
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