Posted: 24/09/2012 at 23:05
Hello Posh, did you get the last e-mail I sent???
My mothers extended family lived in Middlesbrough in Street houses so no chance of livestock or fresh food apart from the market, we supplied a lot of what added to their wartime rations. I could jump on the bus at Norton Green and get of in North Ormesby market walk down the street with a couple of bags of veg and bacon or the odd fowl.
I remember the local Barber pestering me for something to put in the oven at Christmas, in the end my Dad said that old hen has stopped laying knock it over and give him that (or sell I should say), I kept out of his way for weeks thinking it would be the toughest bird they ever had but when he did catch me he was asking if we had any more?