As a child I remember going down to the sweet shop at the end of my lane on a
Friday night with my pocket money and ration book to buy sweets. I used to stand on
a large stone beneath the shop window looking in to see which sweets I would buy.
These sweets had to last me a week until the next Friday. Also, although not
rationed at this time, after the war fruit was very scarce. I remember when word got
around the village that Brown’s fruiterers had had a delivery of fruit. My mother used
to send me running along to the shop to see what I could get. There was always a
queue and Mrs Brown used to ration out what she gave customers so everyone
would get some fruit and I was lucky enough to get oranges and bananas.