This is a very evocative picture for me as in 1948 I lived in a “dry” flat as a newlywed twenty-one-old in one of those buildings along one side of the High Street. My landlord was a shoemaker whose wife attended to the retail shoe shop (later becoming a bank) on the ground floor whilst he practiced his trade elsewhere (Middleton St. George?). His clientele included all of the landed gentry of the day.
This is a very evocative picture for me as in 1948 I lived in a “dry” flat as a newlywed twenty-one-old in one of those buildings along one side of the High Street. My landlord was a shoemaker whose wife attended to the retail shoe shop (later becoming a bank) on the ground floor whilst he practiced his trade elsewhere (Middleton St. George?). His clientele included all of the landed gentry of the day.
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