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My Grandfather's Grocer Shop

My Grandfather's Grocer Shop I was born in Liverpool - England and I remember back to when I was a child how I marvelled at the way things were done in my Grandfather's Grocer shop. in the early 1950s. I saw him getting a portion of butter and by using two paddle boards, knock up the butter to form a block of butter, then wrap it up in white shop paper, and then he would go to this large bacon slicer which operated by turning a huge wheel with a handle, then removing the bacon from a butcher's hook and then carving large slices of bacon on it, he would then hand slice the cheese and wrap it by hand then give it to the customer, eggs had no cartons back then, so they were just put into brown paper bags, customers would often return over broken eggs and want replacements, if children came in they would spend the pocket money on a bag of broken biscuits, straight from the large tins they came in as there were no packets of biscuits during those early years of the 1950s, the shopkeepers would often give free samples out to promote new products as advertising was very rare and visual advertisements were often seen on counters or on walls, I used to go in my Grandfather's shop and was given a large peice of cheese or some chocolate biscuits as a family gesture. I watched in amazement as my Grandfather would count the days takings out of the old fashion till, he would turn a handle and the draw would pop out, it did not even have push keys like the more modern cash registers of the time, but it was vintage in every way, my Grandfather is now gone, his shop has been knocked down for redevelopment as many old businesses went the same way but I will never forget the wonderful memories of my Grandfather's Grocer Shop.

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