In the 1950s my family moved to Kineton where my parents, Ronald and Christina Fairbrother, ran the Swan Horel, across the road from Greenhill’s. We bought our groceries from the shop. Sugar was weighed and packed in the shop, as was butter. Groceries were delivered by bicycle to homes that weren’t close by. A large basket, containing the provisions, was attached by a contraption over the front wheel in front of the handlebars. The original home delivery service!
Hello Christine. I remember do the bicycle deliveries in the 1960s when the usual boy (Tyrone Hirons) was on holiday. I also recall going to Greenhills with my mother in the 1950s. I was sat on a chair by the big counters. She would order a quarter of tea which would come beautifully wrapped. Everything was weighed and wrapped in paper. Happy days.
My father, Norman Powell of Little Kineton, worked at Greenhill’s after he left the Village School at 14. He lost the end of his little finger in the bacon slicer there – Health and Safety clearly not that prevalent in 1938. After Greenhill’s, he joined the railways in Leamington as a cleaner, then a fireman and, until he retired at 65, an engine driver. He is buried with his parents and elder brother, Cliff, in the cemetery in Kineton.
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In the 1950s my family moved to Kineton where my parents, Ronald and Christina Fairbrother, ran the Swan Horel, across the road from Greenhill’s. We bought our groceries from the shop. Sugar was weighed and packed in the shop, as was butter. Groceries were delivered by bicycle to homes that weren’t close by. A large basket, containing the provisions, was attached by a contraption over the front wheel in front of the handlebars. The original home delivery service!
Hello Christine. I remember do the bicycle deliveries in the 1960s when the usual boy (Tyrone Hirons) was on holiday. I also recall going to Greenhills with my mother in the 1950s. I was sat on a chair by the big counters. She would order a quarter of tea which would come beautifully wrapped. Everything was weighed and wrapped in paper. Happy days.
My father, Norman Powell of Little Kineton, worked at Greenhill’s after he left the Village School at 14. He lost the end of his little finger in the bacon slicer there – Health and Safety clearly not that prevalent in 1938. After Greenhill’s, he joined the railways in Leamington as a cleaner, then a fireman and, until he retired at 65, an engine driver. He is buried with his parents and elder brother, Cliff, in the cemetery in Kineton.
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