I just spotted the question Kri. Sorry! Yes, it's me on the avatar, it was snapped at Michael Dods' place, Denton Hall, and the horse is HICCUPS. Pic taken by Ray. Regarding the Beeb pic, it's still there, along with a piece I wrote.
Your 1960s: Shopping - from
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/6707573.stm
My 60s childhood was spent in a green leafy suburb of Cardiff that some forty years before had been a village lying outside the city boundaries, and still held some of that atmosphere. My mother did her shopping at small local retailers, and had an account at the local grocers.
On Tuesdays and Saturdays she would write what groceries she wanted in a red notebook, and take this to the store where the goods would be chosen for her by the shopkeeper. No self-service here, but almost every article held behind the counter.
There was no fresh meat though - that was at the butchers, with fruit and vegetables bought either at the greengrocers or the city centre's Mill Lane Market. Somewhat bizarrely, it was the local greengrocer that sold the essential wet fish for Fridays.
By the age of eight, on Saturdays it was my job to write the grocery list into the little notebook, walk to the shop, pay the weekly bill, and stagger home with the groceries in a wicker basket.
For all that I lived in a busy, modern capital city my first visit to a supermarket was to one in Ilfracombe, Devon in 1968. How strange it was to push the wire trolley around and to hunt on shelves for what we wanted! Shortly after that, another local grocery shop became self-service.
However, the Kudins family stayed loyal to "our" grocers, DJH Williams and John O'Hagan, with goods on account and those little red notebooks.
Andrea McCulloch, Now Co. Durham, then Fairwater, Cardiff
