As a sideline, he took photographs of people, then displayed them in the window, so that they could order copies if they liked them – I guess not everyone had a camera or the facilities to develop photographs. His fingers were permanently brown from the developing fluid.
His proud boast was that he didn’t give ‘tick’ (credit), but they were both cheerful & sociable, and always had time for a chat. They would also ‘open up’ at night if anyone knocked on the window because they had run out of something vital – again, there seemed to be no fear of getting robbed.
The house itself was very basic by modern standards – no bathroom and an outside loo, & the kitchen was just a butler sink and a gas burner right at the back. No central heating, of course! St John’s Road was a friendly place, though, and had a nice atmosphere – people liked living there.
Text & Pictures kindly provided by Sue Powell - email: soupowl@gmail.com