I remember often going to Stockton Markets with my Nanna. Nanna would buy Tripe from the two ladies who had the van, also remember going into the building that sold poultry and seeing the poor old plucked chickens hanging by their necks. There was such array of different stalls. It was a delight to walk up and down the markets. I have lived in Western Australia since 1963 and have never been back to the UK. I am sorry to hear the markets no longer exist
Hello Dorothy – the market is still a going concern – held on Wednesdays and Saturdays – with a smaller one on Fridays. Although I am sure many Stockton folk think its nothing like as good as it used to be.
Pity it went out of fashion, after the 1970 high street rebuild. Council members must have thought that it was not with in keeping of the new concrete eye sore.
I remember going with my Mother every Saturday and I remember how big it was.
The building to the right with the window in the attic was Timothy Whites and I worked there when I was 18. My boss was Mr Musgrave and we had the same birthday.
I remember often going to Stockton Markets with my Nanna. Nanna would buy Tripe from the two ladies who had the van, also remember going into the building that sold poultry and seeing the poor old plucked chickens hanging by their necks. There was such array of different stalls. It was a delight to walk up and down the markets. I have lived in Western Australia since 1963 and have never been back to the UK. I am sorry to hear the markets no longer exist
Hello Dorothy – the market is still a going concern – held on Wednesdays and Saturdays – with a smaller one on Fridays. Although I am sure many Stockton folk think its nothing like as good as it used to be.
Pity it went out of fashion, after the 1970 high street rebuild. Council members must have thought that it was not with in keeping of the new concrete eye sore.
I remember going with my Mother every Saturday and I remember how big it was.
The building to the right with the window in the attic was Timothy Whites and I worked there when I was 18. My boss was Mr Musgrave and we had the same birthday.