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< Expats 10 [Tony's story no. 3/3] | Expats Index | Expats 12 [Tony's story no. 4/1> Tony's story (part 3, page 3) The local communities in those days all had a row of little shops that catered for your every need long before the imposing supermarkets were even in their planning stage. In Keeper Road and Benbulbin Road you could get fresh bread, from such food emporiums as Boland’s the bakers shop. The Chipper (local word for the Fish and Chip shop) had a one and one, the Dublin names for {fish & chips} I seem to recall Italian Families always ran them, they all had a jukebox and for a small fee you could listen to your favourite hits of the 50s and 60s and many young boys saw their first love in the chipper. Fresh milk from the farm -- yes farm -- that was located adjacent to a large housing complex not to far from the White Horse Inn Public House on Davitt Road. My Mother would send me there after school with my trusty milk jug to fetch fresh milk for our tea. I remember that a man from the farm would ride up and down all the local roads with his pony and trap shouting for people to bring out their skins {potato peelings} as pig slops to feed the pigs and other livestock that were housed on the farm. Other shops that I was a regular young shopper for my Mum was the chemist shop. This not only sold all your requisites, and sick treatments but it also sold cameras and accessories. I always thought this was strange as I never seen anyone in the district of Drimnagh taking photographs. You could get your shopping on the book {on ‘tick’ -- the never never, ie. credit} you would pay when your Father got his wages at the end of the week. Many women from the district would also use the Pawn Shop. The old saying was “in on Monday, out on Friday” -- that’s how most working families got that extra money to survive throughout many a hard week in Dublin. | ||||
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