Another bite sized chunk of Blantyre History
If we retrace our steps back up to the cart path entrance with the main road, on the corner was a Newsagents come Post Office, whose name I have forgotten. On any Tueday morning you would find a lot of my pals and I queuing up for our Comic Cuts. I am sure your dad was probably among the crowd.
These comic books were a big thing in our lives, and if you were late getting there, they most times were sold out and you had to go and see if someone would allow you to borrow theirs after they were finished with it. At this time, which was through and shortly after the war, a comic was considered a very precious item especially to negotiate with. You just had to know what had happened in that weeks episode or you were out of the conversations for the week at school and around in general.
We had the Wizard, Hotspur, Rover, Dandy, Beano and a few others, all great stuff for us kids in them there days.
Moira Macfarlane: I think it was Sam Douglas. It was newsagents, post office, come barbers.
Anthony Smith: I can still remember he put a board across the arms of the chair to bring you up to his height. But don’t put your feet on the seat of the chair.
Pat Cunningham: I can remember getting our comics which were ordered every week, Dandy, Beezer, Bunty, Hornet, buster, Victor, Sparky, there were six of us, don’t know who the seventh one was for.
Continuing the conversation between Thomas Dunsmuir Hartman in Chicago, formerly Logan Street, (known as TDH or Drapadew) and Margaret in Queensland Australia on TalkingScot.
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