Now it is one of those rare pleasures to watch as a story brings out a shed full of memories.
I don’t think either Bob who supplied the picture and the memories or me expected yesterday’s post on
"Chippy Madge" would bring forth such a rich series of comments but it did.
There were those who wrote of getting “6p of chips old money and asking for Scrapings that had come off the fish,” and going every Friday night to the “chippy on the green” and even on very special occasions of eating in the back room.
But it was Madge and the use of nicknames that was more fascinating. It seems that Madge had a daughter “who moved to Blackpool and whose husband was called Bob the cobbler.”
And along with Blind Bob the Barber on the green there was Bob Jackson who was known as Bob the Barber, and the man from the chip shop on Beech Road who “the kids called Pop Eye, because he had very large bulging eyes and glasses like milk bottle ends.”
I think it will be one of those that runs and runs, and long may it do so, for what starts as just a few nick names can turn into a full set of stories of how we used live and by extension just how different things have become.
Picture; Mrs Jones and “Chippy Madge” from the collection of Bob Jones
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| "Chippy Madge" and Mrs Jones sometime in in the 1960s |
"Chippy Madge" would bring forth such a rich series of comments but it did.
There were those who wrote of getting “6p of chips old money and asking for Scrapings that had come off the fish,” and going every Friday night to the “chippy on the green” and even on very special occasions of eating in the back room.
But it was Madge and the use of nicknames that was more fascinating. It seems that Madge had a daughter “who moved to Blackpool and whose husband was called Bob the cobbler.”
And along with Blind Bob the Barber on the green there was Bob Jackson who was known as Bob the Barber, and the man from the chip shop on Beech Road who “the kids called Pop Eye, because he had very large bulging eyes and glasses like milk bottle ends.”
I think it will be one of those that runs and runs, and long may it do so, for what starts as just a few nick names can turn into a full set of stories of how we used live and by extension just how different things have become.
Picture; Mrs Jones and “Chippy Madge” from the collection of Bob Jones
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