Hi all, What a nostalgic site this is for all of us “Watfordians” from decades past, no matter where we live now ( me in South Australia) I’m sure our thoughts often wander back in time to our childhood days in what was then a very different town. I used to work as a schoolboy at the Watford Central Market at Toy Gurney’s fruit and veg stall opposite the Cawdells side entrance. Under cover we may have been but the snow and rain still found somewhere to get in.
Began around 7am
My Saturday began around 7am and I was normally busy sorting out the sprouts, spuds and deleafing caulies, these were sometimes covered in snow and my fingers used to be so cold. My mum made me sit in front of the fire after my bicycle journey home in the dark and my fingers used to thaw out too quick and ached…. chillblains?
For breakfast at the market Tony used to give me half a crown on top of my one pound wages to get a good breakfast, the little take away stall near the back exit/entrance was my favourite venue and I always had an omlette sarnie with brown sauce and a mug of hot tea to start the day. At lunchtime I was tasked with taking the empty banana boxes down the hill to Ffyths Banana depot, on one of the markets two wheeler carts.
On the way back I had sit-down, fish and chips at the little shop opposite Ffyths, which were absolutely delicious. Sometimes in the school holidays I went to Covent Garden Market in Mr Gurneys old blue “Commer” van in the early hours of the morning to buy the stock for the week, it seemed such a long journey there and back and I was pretty tired for the rest of the day.
Does anyone remember Tony’s dad?
Does anyone remember Tony’s dad, he always wore a straw boater at the Watford football matches, he would climb up a pole and try and get bets on the score. I think he was a bit of a character and didn’t mind a drink? When I left the market I joined the staff at North Watford Sainsbury’s, this was pre super market times and I learnt so much about all the different products…. another story maybe.