Missing memories

[onecheesey]

If you travel from La Hougue Bie towards St.Saviour's Hospital you get to the old eastern exchange. Just on the main road there is a small property, opposite the house where honey is always on sale! You can tell that the frontage looks like a converted shop front. My mum remembers it being open many years ago.

Keep your eyes open for other old shops. There is one at a road junction near St.Clements Church with a large window just like a shop front! Does anyone remember the Breton farm workers who used to sit outside with their bottles of Boxer ales.

[verystandrew]

In St Ouen, from memory:

Mrs Mill's ~ Millais (did it have a proper name?)
Plèmont Stores
Léoville Stores ~ just past the top of Grève Hill headed to Plèmont
Central Stores ~ opposite the Church
New Stores ~ bottom of Mont Vibert, Vins Direct for a time, now housing
Highmarsh Stores ~ where the more recent Bakery was
Brigg's of St Ouen, Early Bird Newsagents (2 locations), Downer's & the barber's shop, all near the Parish Hall.

& there's probably plenty more from before 1970(ish).

Grockles, pink candy prawns, mooing yellow cloth bags & white fluffy beans, Breton farmworkers & 2 litre bottles of Delvini, don't ya miss em!

Anyone else remember when in good old Jersey SPAR stood for Satan's Private Army Recruits?

VStA

Edit: Yes onecheesey ~ Boxer Ales, Mary Ann Pale Ale & tiny tins of Double Diamond or Colt 45 ~ where I learnt some of my best French

[Nobody]

Here's an odd little shop that hasn't yet made anyone's list. I remember it from when I was about 3 feet tall, so have no idea what it was called.

It was at the bottom of St Marks Road, on the corner opposite Tickners. It consisted of a hut in the garden of a house (now demolished and replaced with modern housing), which sold nothing but sweets.

I have a vague recollection of the shopkeeper being a cliche of those shopkeepers who tend to crop up in films from the 1940s... bald head, comb-over, grandad shirt, big glasses and an apron.

[onecheesey]

I remember that odd little shop. I went to St.Helier Boy's and anyone who went down St.Saviour's Hill on the way home used to stop there for stickies etc.

As I recall, it was or looked like a small garage covered in barbed wire coz it was always getting broken into. I used to go up the hill to get home so nearly always used Langley Stores.

S.P.A.R. I remember them well! They had their HQ in an old shed in a field just off Trinity Hill. Fort 72 ring any bells?

PS: Does anyone remember the Joke Shop in New Street and when it blew up and burnt down?

[overandout]

What was the name of the newsagents that used to be on the corner of New Street and Burrard Street? The last time I saw it it was an Apple Mac shop, or an iTunes shops or something, and before that it was a candle shop. It's opposite the Spar on one corner and I think a cafe on the other corner. I used to go there each Thursday to pick up my copy of Shoot (a magazine that, in the last couple of weeks, has itself been relegated to the history books).

[boggy]

Jul 6, 2008 16:23:08 GMT gagged said:

being able to spend hours on a bus for 5p going around what seemed to be the whole island.

Nicking the empty Soda Syphon bottles out of the back of the shop, taking them in the front of the shop and getting 25p each for them.

Hi, all this is my first post....

"We" used to get 5/- bob for those, and I think 2/- for a quality street tin.
also thruppence for a Coke bottle down the d**e slipway.

[crappogre]

Hi boggy, welcome

"Dicq" will probably get through the smutfilter, hehe

No idea o&o, I don't remember a newsagents there

[overandout]

Thanks TMF

[gagged]

Getting the blackboard rubber thrown at you by the teacher was always a favourite.

Having a fag at break time in "smokers corner" believing the teachers didn't know what we were up to.

Putting lettuce leaves down the back of your trousers before you got the "whack" (the cane) believing it cushioned the blow and was undetectable by the "whackee"

Clubbing together with another kid to buy 20 number 6 small cigarettes for 20p

Having a swig of the alcohol the science teacher used to clean the projecter with.

Rubbing your feet really quickly on the lecture theatre floor and giving the person next to you an electric shock.

[gagged]

What about the characters? Does anybody remember "cow shagger"? always hung around the weighbridge area. "Mad Norman" always rode a push bike, a Grifter I think it was.
"Two Bob Charlie" He was a big old Irish chap used to hang around the Central Market and used to come up to you and say "hello, hello........have you got ten pence"?

There was another chap, quite elderly that always carried around a load of newspapers with him, walking through town, mostly the royal square area.

[Nobody]

He died about 10 years ago. "Dally" was how he was known amongst my group of schoolmates, I don't know if that's what everyone called him. He was always hanging around the Weighbridge or West Park on his bike.

[gagged]

Jul 19, 2008 19:11:21 GMT Nobody said:

He died about 10 years ago. "Dally" was how he was known amongst my group of schoolmates, I don't know if that's what everyone called him. He was always hanging around the Weighbridge or West Park on his bike.

Yeah, that's the chap I didn't know he had died I just hope he has mooooooooooved on to a better place.

Does nobody remember Norman on the Grifter push bike? Rumour has it he deisigned the T.R.6 or T.R.7 and was a fantastic artist. Also rumour has it he was a police informant and drew sketches or portraits of people who were causing trouble at Snow Hill.

[boggy]

Who was Shaky George of the 1950´s, ?we as kids would be threatened with a visit from Shaky George if we were not good.

[Nobody]

I'd take that one further....the time when going to the cinema itself was equally as exciting as the expectation of the film. To a little kid, seeing a film in a large dimly-lit threatre-style building with balconies and fake red velvet seating was an experience in itself.

As of course was being shocked that it was daylight when you went in, and it was nightime when you came out.

[boggy]

Jul 25, 2008 18:14:28 GMT Nobody said:

I'd take that one further....the time when going to the cinema itself was equally as exciting as the expectation of the film. To a little kid, seeing a film in a large dimly-lit threatre-style building with balconies and fake red velvet seating was an experience in itself.

As of course was being shocked that it was daylight when you went in, and it was nightime when you came out.

Aah, yes I remember, stink bombs at the Forum cinema, the odd fag and fumble in the back row, being thrown out of the Wests cinema for being noisy during the Saturday Matinee, Dirty old men playing with each other at the afternoon showing, and us kids using our pea shooters to annoy them..

[davroslesueur]

Anybody remember Moneypenny at the Odeon.

I now feel sorry for the way we kids treated him.

Sadly, I believe he is now dead.

[gagged]

I remember old Mr Funny penny and you're right us kids gave him a dogs life. I don't recall ever paying to get in to the odeon. We always knew a kid who's parents could give them the money to get in and we'd get him to open the fire exit for us to sneak in.

I suppose while we're at it that shite drink "twang" should be on here, King Cone ice creams and smoking on the right hand side. Jumping up on the stage at the end of the film and flashing your arse. Throwing the white Bon Bons at the people a few rows ahead of you and seeing how many white dots you could count on their clothing when outside. Ahhhhh! memories eh?

[gagged]

Just seen "Twang" has had a mention. Getting a smelly finger on the back row?

[crappogre]

LOL, I can just imagine that

[gagged]

St Helier Boys school. Was up there today, seen a plaque in memory of Harry Ford. I think that was my old science teacher. He was a gentleman and had great repect from the pupils, apparently he died in 1993 that is a shame.

Shammy Canavan, who was an Irishman who taught French and was head of fourth year leavers, he was alright. Mr Gacon R.E. teacher, now that was a bit of a crank! Mr. Allnut was the headmaster, a real devil dodger who just couldn't hurt you with that cane of his, as much as he tried!