Hi
I grew up in Tower Road and the shop you refer to was known as Queeny's.
It wasn't a sweet shop, it was a grocery shop, although it did sell sweets.
My father had an account with Queeny. I used to live at the back of number 67, on the other side of the street a little further down.
So number 38 sounds about right.
I was about eight years old when I started using the shop because my mother had abandoned me and my siblings at that age.
Whenever we wanted things we used to take the little red book to Queeny and she would write everything down and my father would pay
at the end of the week.
We were always buying milk and bread from there. But Queeny tended to sell everything except the kitchen sink.
It was a regular one stop shop.
One thing I always remember was that there were two large steps up to the front door.
But maybe they weren't so big because I was small.
I Came here looking for information on the Egg factory number 65 Tower Road, but I thank you for bringing back memories I had almost forgotten.
I was one of the last to leave the street when I was in my mid teens and too young to own a camera in those days.
John
Hope this helps :-)
With Regards to the outdoor on Tower Road, I used that an awful lot too growing up.
Although I was under age I used to buy Dandelion and Burdock, Cream Soda, Vimto and Corona Orange every Friday night; along with Walkers crisps.
I had two brother and a sister; so I didn't drink it all!
Number 93 sounds right too. It was nearly half-way down the street.
I say down because we used to ride our hand made go-cart down there. The only brakes we had were the souls of our feet.
We had to be careful near the bottom in case there were cars crossing on Upper Sutton Street.
On the stretch of Tower Road we lived on (between Potters Hill and Upper Sutton Street) there were two shops (Queeny's and the outdoor), one Egg Factory number 65, and a garage at the back of number 69. The rest of the street was houses. Most of the houses behind the houses on the street were back to back and also terraced at right angles to the street.
Because of Potters Hill, the last house at the back had a sheer drop down to Park Lane. It frightened me looking over the garden fence.
Arguably you could say that the two pubs were not on Tower Street.
My father's local drinking hole was on the corner of Tower Road and Potters Hill (the name escapes me I guess it could have been the Tower Arms?), and the Swan pub on the bottom corner of the street and Upper Sutton Street.
