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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington
And what about your co-op number....
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I can still remember my mum's number....6409 .
On the topic of co-ops , they had their distinctive smell , as did other shops . Not unpleasant smells , but enough to inform you of where you were if you had been taken in blind-folded .
Woolworths on Blackburn Rd had its own smell , and whenever you went into Woolworths in another town it was still the same .
Veevers on Peel St had its own odour .
The cloggers all had the smell of leather . There was a clogger in an old shack up Fern Gore . I think he was called John Roberts . Black clothes , black hands and black face . Not much more than a grunt when you went for your shoes to be repaired , but he did a good job and took pride in his workmanship . Totally different was Mr Eastwood , the shoe-repairer on the corner of Fountain St and Willows Lane . The shop had the same smell of leather , but he had a handle-bar moustache and was always smartly dressed and well-spoken .
I think my favourite shop , which had the smell of lamp oil , was the iron-mongers on the corner of Perth St and Fountain St . It was like going into Aladdin's Cave with all the ironmongery he had on display .
Then there were Woods' and Riley's tobacconists . When my dad took me into Riley's tobacconist's on Blackburn Rd I was fascinated by that very long and tall counter . It was like it was saying that the stuff in here is not for little 'uns , so you need to grow a bit bigger before you can buy 'owt in 'ere .
Not to forget the chippies . The aroma of paradise .