yes, I remember your nan's garden. I only knew two houses where people grew fruit in their gardens. Your nan's and an old lady who kept a sweet shop in Warwick road between Percy road and St. John's road. her name was either Mrs. Harrison or Mrs. Betteridge, they both had sweet shops quite close to each other where we we buy 2oz of sweets or if we were flushed, a whole 4oz. I have to confess, though that we scrumped your nan's fruit. it was delicious Greet was not an area where people grew their own fruit. the only edible things they might have grown were vegetables. there was a Mr. Nevitt who lived next door but one to us that fed a chicken all year for his Christmas dinner. he couldn't kill it so he asked my uncle to do it. after his wife cooked it, they couldn't eat it because they said it was like eating one of the family so my uncle and his family ate it
Hi linwaisee, its always good when I get a response from those that remember them in the prefab or the garden. Back in the day Nan would have cursed you for scrumping, but would not have mined you having the fruit, she was a kind old soul. She would have a wry smile on her face if she knew we were corresponding about her garden. Both Nan and Granddad were keen on the garden, Granddad tended to look after the vegetables/Fruit and Nan the flowers. I still have his old spade, Bow Saw and his Odams Press gardening book. A lot of the fruit would have been wrapped in newspaper, stored in the chest of drawers in her bedroom. As a Kid, if I walked in her bedroom there was always a smell of mothballs and fruit
Nans Niece had a sweet and grocery shop up towards Tysley. As you walked up the Warwick Road from the prefabs, you would pass some shops on your right, she was further up the hill. Little shop in the terrace, steps leading up to the door, they had a sitting room behind the shop. Not sure what the shop was called but her name was Joyce Hancock, I think she may have been a Banks before she married or her mother would have had the maiden name of Banks.
