Sitting here on nightshift at work (Perth Australia) and thought I'd use google street view to remind myself of certain shops in the charlton village.
Well didn't I get a surprise when the only places I recognised from growing up in Charlton are the dry cleaners, the Co-Op, the bookies and bloody Bowes shoe shop (Looks like they still might have the adidas kick and adidas harriers I used to drool over as a kid in the 80's).
So I remember these shops from many moons ago. Working my way from the Bugle end
Left hand side
Express dry cleaners
The Jade Garden (Chinese)
Solicitors
Indian sweet shop (The old girl always gave me extra in the 10p mix ups)
The post office
E. Coomes (bookies)
Co-op
A.G. Fry newsagents
Bowes shoes (How the hell has that place survived all the others? They must own the freehold on that place)
Proper greek fish and chip shop
Right hand side (Starting from the closed down bogs which always had a couple of suspect looking blokes outside)
Tudor rosette (Florists)
Penny Gee (Sold all sorts)
Bugle
L.L. Chapman (Mechanic)
Indian food shop (Painted orange and gave out green shield stamps with your change) Owned by the family who had the sweet shop
Mobi Deque record shop (Think it was Les Chapmanthe mechanics son who owned that)
Hardware shop (Cannot for the life of me remember the name)
The Swan
Some picture framing shop
Trims
Can anyone jog my memory and name anymore?
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I also remember climbing over the back of the sweetshop to get the empty Corona (Soft drink, not mexican beer) bottles to get the 10p deposit.
And of course Billy Paton running the Charlton park cafe next to the Putting Green and the other one by the Football change rooms on Sundays. Always stopped in there during summer for a can of Panda Cola and some 1/2p Mojos
I lived in Wolfe Crescent then moved up close to Littleheath after that
YES
Bert Harding was the owner of Hardings, I remember Sandeman's so well it sold hand made chocolates, in glass shelves must have been quite a novelty in the early 60s. A good old fashioned sweet shop. You could smell the sweet smell of 'Chocolate bananas' licorice pipes, and those funny little sweets like Parma violet's. I do remember the newsagents selling a range of toys. The post office was one of the main shops in the village, and was it Mr Jones who used to book the coach tours. Exotic places like Ramsgate, and far flung Eastbourne, which seemed to take hours to get there, stopping off at Catford Coach station. My mother and grandmother never travelled there entire life further than Great Yarmouth..........as most people on the estate never had a car, well not till the late 60s. Motor bike and side car was the limit of personal travel brought up in the 50s. Hedley Vickers alway's had a slightly middle class air, with the lady in the cashier's hut inside the shop, probably a left over from rationing, but then I was brought up on spam fritters, and fish fingers during the week. There was a great envy of everything American being new and contemporary, I think we were one of the first to have a fridge on the whole of Springfield's, I remember the neighbours came around to see it?. The barber's was Paddy's I think, remember the posters American/Italian tony Curtis type models with the latest, and Sam Costa on the radio...... another world, another time......People were friendly, and were part of a community, or at least it felt that way.
same here, saturday morning, skinhead with a razor cut on the left hand side.
Honeycombe from the Indian shop, rola Cola, Coca pina, lager and Lime from Coop, 35p portion of chips, yep, Adidas kick, after progressed from the trainers that were army camouflage and tank along along the sole, Mitre Delta, £9.99 from argos, Osca Kit, fella called Kevin always kicking ball in Charlton Park, me and Jamie Chapman in and out of the mechanics, getting money money for for chips of his grandad, huge black kid called Angus, beating man utd away, vidieprinter, for results, playing in hockey goals, Bill in the cafe, Parkkeepers moving us from playing against the tennis nets, shitty horrible toilets we'd never dare go in, putting in the summer,
you may laugh but that was 69 ish, early 70s was long hair and flares.