Shopping for food

Dad had to work on Saturday mornings till one o'clock before he got his pay. Before one o'clock we were all waiting for him with empty shopping baskets on the door of the print shop, smelling the familiar scent of the ink and listening to the rattle of the machines. When Dad appeared with his pay packet it did not stay in his pocket very long. We were off on our tour of the back streets, for meat and vegetables.
Ruby Dunn - Moulsecombe Days

Fish and chips was a real treat. There was a lovely fish and chip shop in Edward Street near Henry Street where you could buy a bag of 'scraps' for half a penny. Crispy. bits of batter fell off the fish when it was fried, and then drained from the bottom of the fryer. Lillywhite's the fruit shop on the corner of Steine Gardens sold twopenn'orth of 'specks', this was fruit that was bruised or soft, and when you cut off the bruised parts you had a lovely feed.

Giggin's the bakers in Grand Pa­rade was where we got our clean pillowcase filled with stale bread for fourpence each morning before we went to school. The grocers shop that I remember best was Corder's, on the corner of William Street and Carlton Hill. This was like an Aladdin's Cave, you took your bottle to buy the vinegar, and a jam jar for jam. Everything was loose and had to be weighed and put into thick blue paper bags. Sugar, rice, soda and all the dried fruit came in hessian sacks.
Georgina Attrell - Backyard Brighton