Post by Les on Nov 30, 2017 14:47:17 GMT
Maidstone I remember it well:
Lets go back to the best junk shop in the world,I have wonderful memories of that place,it will never leave me,my grandad ron was one of lifes characters, I suppose I have inherited his ways by hoarding junk,but you must realize,you can put junk to use,as i have done so often,I recall at the age of eleven.
I used to leave southborough school on a tuesday,and then walk to david greigs, or pricerite, to meet my nan with her beloved shopping trolley,doing her weekly shop,we both would then go home to sandling road,my nan would then make tea,my grandad would arrive home in his van,which was an atlas,he had probably been to london to sell and aquire new stock.
From another trader in the walworth road,which was on a regular basis,I spent many a time as a kid delving in the depths of the yard barn,among the piles of army surplus,and jumble.
Sundays was another time when turns were taken among my cousins,to have dinner,oh and what a dinner that was,all prepared by my little nan,it was a thrill to be around the best nan and grandad anyone could wish for.
Christmas bring to mind an upstairs room, decorated with the most gigantic paper bells,balloons,and paper chains,and that distinctive aroma of my grandads cigar,and oranges,and presents,which he handed them to us individualy, by name,only if the clocks could go back.
I often have to go to the sorting office,and when there,I notice the wall to the right of the entrance, it is still the exact wall that divided his yard entrance,with the barracks,thanks for the memories,god bless you both.MARK.