My Mum always had her Co-op account and guarded her "Divi" carefully for special occasions like my 16th. birthday. My father had refused my request for a Dansette record player but my Mum got me it ! She could not buy it on terms herself, but had to have my fathers signature on the form so she forged it ! Shock! Horror for him !
When we went to the big Co-op warehouse in Glasgow the assistant would look me up and down, assess my size, ask Mum and me to sit, then SHE selected suitable dresses for me to try on. You were not allowed to look through the rails yourself. The Summer when I was 14 years old I was allowed to go there by myself with my Mums Co-op book and choose my three dresses. I insisted on going through the rails myself, much to the assistants horror.
I was also to go into Glasgow to buy my Summer sandals which were always brown Clark's ones. That year I bought white winkle- pickers with a 3 inch heel and wore them home from the shop so that I could not be forced to return them. My Mother almost had a fit ! The toes eventually turned up and the heels split at the back. I covered scuff marks with plimsolls whitening ! (In Glasgow they were called sandshoes.)
At Christmas we made Ginger Wine from the Co-op's own essence.It was wonderful.
What do you remember ? By the way I still remember her Co-op number and use it with my bank cards.
The Co-op in the olden days !
When we went to the big Co-op warehouse in Glasgow the assistant would look me up and down, assess my size, ask Mum and me to sit, then SHE selected suitable dresses for me to try on. You were not allowed to look through the rails yourself. The Summer when I was 14 years old I was allowed to go there by myself with my Mums Co-op book and choose my three dresses. I insisted on going through the rails myself, much to the assistants horror.
I was also to go into Glasgow to buy my Summer sandals which were always brown Clark's ones. That year I bought white winkle- pickers with a 3 inch heel and wore them home from the shop so that I could not be forced to return them. My Mother almost had a fit ! The toes eventually turned up and the heels split at the back. I covered scuff marks with plimsolls whitening ! (In Glasgow they were called sandshoes.)
At Christmas we made Ginger Wine from the Co-op's own essence.It was wonderful.
What do you remember ? By the way I still remember her Co-op number and use it with my bank cards.
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