On 19th Dec 2023 6:26pm, Mick Strong said:
From the "Hillfields" posts by Lindatee & Dreamtime regarding 1/- and half crown for pocket money.
Got me wondering if pocket money was still given to children and grand children. I don't ever remember getting money without earning it. From 13 or 14, I had a paper round (from Steve Holts in Canley Road) and a Saturday bread round with a Suttons driver friend of my dads.
That was exactly my experience. That's how I was brought up - if you want money, earn it. It has stood me in good stead in life. Kept me nose clean, never had a criminal conviction - apart form the odd speeding offence when I was younger, but it was not my fault that the stupid speed limits on roads like the A45 had been erroneously set too low because of human error. They are even lower today!
Now here's a funny thing. I got done for speeding in slow vehicles like a Morris van or an HA Viva whilst only going moderately above the fictitious speed limits. But on a motorbike, I was mentally on a race track. Speed limits did not exist in my mind. Every A to B journey had to be done in the quickest time. Recklessly fast, I was. Yet I never got done. Never even stopped and ticked off by the police. It often amazes me that I am still alive today.
And what a small world. Living in Canley Road from the age of 12 until about 18, I used to do 3 rounds every morning, the Riddings, Rochester Road and the Dip (as we called Henry Parkes Rd). They all fitted into one bag, and followed each other. I woke at 0545 every morning without an alarm clock, was down at Jim Holt's at 0600 bagging up (Jim was out in his car doing the new Cannon Park estate round/s). I loved it, whatever the weather. By 0700 I was back home for breakfast before going to school or, later, work. Yes, I carried on after leaving school as I needed the money.
I also did 5 rounds out of Jim's total of 8 rounds on a Sunday. That was a killer as the 5 separate bags were so heavy, with the broadsheets and all the supplement magazines.
Jim used to live in the old family house in Canley Road, with his elderly mother until she died, and several cats. Jim was always spotlessly clean, shaven and immaculately dressed in a suit, whilst the house could best be described as a hovel. A positive health risk. When not attending to the paper shop business, Jim was away somewhere in the country at a racecourse. Northampton was a favourite venue. The shop at the front was an old style barber shop, run by another of Jim's brothers who lived elsewhere. As a young lad, sitting in the barber's chair, I often wondered what the advert on the top shelf was all about. It was for a family planning product, whatever that was. I was never asked if I needed anything for the weekend. I don't suppose they would have had spare parts for my bicycle, go-kart or radio.
I think Jim's brother Steve lived at Wainbody. He would turn up at about 1630 in the week to collect his papers, which were all delivered to Jim's shoplet/house/hovel. I think his rounds were further over Canley like Prior Deram.
I remember Steve having a noticeable Brummy accent. He once asked my mate "did yuh give the the girl 'er pipers?"
In later years, Jim told me some thug (not the exact word Jim used) had bashed Steve over the lead with a lead cosh and stolen the weekly takings, after Steve had collected the weekly paper money from the houses of his rounds, in Gerrard Avenue, causing serious injury and meaning he could not work for a long time. I'm not sure what happened to Steve. But in the 80s, he used to supply papers and magazines to Warwick Uni before retiring.
And he hated Jim's cats, and chased them off. But not if Jim was present.