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#403 Susan Memories of Rothwell

In Leeds I am always thinking of the stores I miss. Woolworths was one of them.

Susan

Growing up as a child I loved our cobbled street in the centre of Rothwell. There was a shop that two ladies ran where you could buy tools and different size nails. You couldn't be in a hurry, it took time for one of them to climb up the ladder to get what you were wanting.

There was the butcher in the centre of Rothwell who would always ask near to Christmas what I want wanted from Santa; he asked me that up to the age of twelve when I had long stopped believing. Yet I was too nice for him to think otherwise.

In Leeds I am always thinking of the stores I miss. Woolworths was one of them. As a child going in there for a Pick an Mix, and in later life enjoying looking at their record collection. I use to love Lewis, the prices were beyond our family price rate, but I always loved walking around the store, especially at Christmas, looking at the food products and beautiful decorations.

I have always admired the arcades with their unique shops. I have memories of being small and asking my mother to go down one of them. The reason being I wanted to hear the men come out to greet us on the hour to hit a big bell. I'm not sure if this still works, but how fascinating that was.

I enjoyed the fashion shops to suit all tastes and English restaurants serving good food at low prices.

I love some of the changes they have made to Leeds, yet there’s a lot I miss within Leeds too.

Precis

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Edited by Barney Bardsley