The Post master and Mitress my Grand Farther and Mother.
Harold and his wife Webb.I have a picture of my Father, Percy Webb, ouside the Post Office.in the 1920,s on his AJS with his Friend,s also on an AJS motorcycle.
Now i only have to get My picti=ure taken at the same spot on my AJS,also a 1924 Model.
Definitely remember Mrs Whitehead’s shop
As children we were allowed to go there to buy sweets (A luxury then) 1950-55.
Terry Childerly is correct thats where i remeber it being
PS
Lovely to see the Childerly name here, a long standing Coton name
I used to buy Cydrax and Corona fizzy drinks, granulated sugar and other groceries from Mrs Whitehead’s shop in the early 1960s. (She was Peggy Purse’s mother. ) I was always very anxious for her safety when she mounted her ’sit up and beg’ bicycle to go home, as she was so tiny and it was quite a leap for her to get onto the saddle.
Just on the left of the old post office, according to Peter Burbage
This was Mrs Whitehead’s shop, located just to the right of the village hall.
The Post master and Mitress my Grand Farther and Mother.
Harold and his wife Webb.I have a picture of my Father, Percy Webb, ouside the Post Office.in the 1920,s on his AJS with his Friend,s also on an AJS motorcycle.
Now i only have to get My picti=ure taken at the same spot on my AJS,also a 1924 Model.
I offtern took Grandads Accumilator for his wirless to “Mr,s Whiteheads Shop” to be charged.We called in on her on our way home from School.
The Red brich Houses ,”One the Post Office and the other still stand there ,but a New dwelling is on the Shop Site now.
Definitely remember Mrs Whitehead’s shop
As children we were allowed to go there to buy sweets (A luxury then) 1950-55.
Terry Childerly is correct thats where i remeber it being
PS
Lovely to see the Childerly name here, a long standing Coton name
I used to buy Cydrax and Corona fizzy drinks, granulated sugar and other groceries from Mrs Whitehead’s shop in the early 1960s. (She was Peggy Purse’s mother. ) I was always very anxious for her safety when she mounted her ’sit up and beg’ bicycle to go home, as she was so tiny and it was quite a leap for her to get onto the saddle.