The Town Hall and the Doric Column, High Street, Stockton. To the left are Hepworths, H.Samuels and Althams c1960s.
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The Town Hall and the Doric Column, High Street, Stockton. To the left are Hepworths, H.Samuels and Althams c1960s.
hi everyone I remember Stockton very well and enjoy looking at the photos. I used to work at Sparks Bakery as a Comptometer Operator, I later emigrated to canada. I have a question does anyone have a picture of Stockton Town Hall when it showed the gage of unemployment in the area? It resembled a thermometer.
A little nostalgia for you…
Round about 1943 my mother would send me for dripping.
I would get the number 4 or 5 bus at Browns bridge in Newtown into town.
My task was to queue near the Doric column at the tripe stalls.
The system was if you bought tripe you could buy dripping,that was the only way as I remember. There were many types of tripe I can’t remember them.
Tripe was eaten for tea cold with vinegar. I don’t think it did us any harm.
About the same time on the left hand side going into town a horse drawn milk float bolted and tried to jump the bridge wall but landed astride the wall I was quite a job freeing the horse and clearing up the broken milk bottles.
Can anyone remember any of these things?
Tommy, Wiley’s tripe stall was a fixture for as long as I could remember, they had a factory down Castlegate and you gave it a wide birth.
Most people I knew ate tripe although it would be gently simmered with plenty of onion often in milk never cold, plenty of fresh baked bread to lap up the milky juices.
On troopships we almost lived on tripe or herring in tomato sauce to me decent food, some could not stomach it, and so I went to Africa then moved on to Cyprus.
Our Camp in Larnaca was next to an Olive oil pressing factory and next door to that they processed tripe. For the first time I realised what it was and the smell was horrendous as it was boiled down, I never ate it again.
As for lard we had our own pigs and we would render it then put it in jars so never short of it for cooking, once it had been used a couple of times it would become dripping for our supper toast and milk, it never kept me awake and I am still here, and I ask where are all those expert advisers who told us for years we were doing it all wrong?
Sorry should have said the horse tried to jump Brown’s bridge!