I thought that was a Jacksons bakery, next to the old Woolies. I know I used to get sent there for pork pies.
Jacksons doesn't sound right. I thought it was Dewhurst but as I said, ones memory is a bastard. That said and back then, there were loads of little shops and often selling similar products. I lived on Batcheler Street and as I recall, there were shops on three of the four corners of our street and lots more in the immediate neighbourhood. There was an off license on Chomley Street and young kids would take jugs and have them filled with draught beer and buy cigs for their dads. How times have changed!
I remember bread cakes too, especially filled with bacon and accompanied by a big mug of hot tea. Breakfast of champions!
Anyone else remember Home & Colonial? Maypole? Mallory's Hardware? Mackmans? Hicks? Kardomah and Lyons next to each other on Whitefriargate? Fields on Savile Street, with the huge red coffee-roaster and grinder you could see through the shop window?
I can still smell Kardomah ... I have wonderful meomories from my childhood of going in to town, 69 bus as I recall, shopping with my mam and treats at Kardomah. This was only beaten by a fish dinner at Gainsborough's.
I know the area and the litle shops well! I lived in Boulevard inbetween Cholmley Street and Hessle Road. Remember the old boxing club there? Went a few times before I decided it hurt too much!
Did you go to Constable Street school (Cunny)? I was only there for three years 55 to 58 before going to a charity boarding school.
As far as I know its a Hull thing, "Diddling em" out of the money. The person who runs the club runs off with the money ot spends it before the date. My Father in Law used to run one in South London but he laughed when he heard the term Diddlum (didleum). My family still run one (just for the family). It is generally a Christmas club, but there where also clubs for the annual trip to Wembley that always started the week after the final. "Hot Cakes" from Drewery's. The nearest I can get to them is ciabatta, you had to eat them fresh we used to get a bakers dozen, but you could go in and buy the odd one.
Where is Filey when you need him. I lived on 33rd Ave and went to 21st and then Leo Shultz. The choice was always between Endike or Greenwood shops. I delivered papers for Oxtoby's. Other shops I remember Endike shops I remember, Fletchers, Lens, Oxtoby's, Bendix laundry. Greeenwood, Elsie's I left Hull in 1972 aged 15, to join up as a Junior Leader. So I have hardly any adult memories. On the way back from junior school, I put one of those cardboard coins that you use in class, into the gobstopper/chewwy machine outside the newsagents in Greenwood, the thing stuck open and what seemed like a river of goodies ran out of it, right down the path. Me and my mates got chased right down to 31st ave.
Fletchers meat pies were good, we used to have them nearly every day when I worked down Chants Ave in the early 80's, we were in there so often, I ended up seeing one of the birds who worked there.
My memory of Kardomah when I was about 5 years old, is that on a Saturday morning my grand parents would take me there and as you say I still remember the smell of the coffee. Whilst there one Saturday, I had a orange juice in a glass and somehow bit a chuck out the glass and had half the people there looking around the floor for the piece I had bit out of it, to make sure I had not swallowed it.
I don't remember Kardomah, but it was a chain apparently... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kardomah_Cafés
Kardomah (in Hull) had two floors. We discovered that, if you sat upstairs, you could buy a coffee and the waitress would bring it and the bill. If you then ordered a 'snack', she would bring that with its bill. You went back downstairs to pay, when you were leaving and paid for just a coffee...
As a young teenager, my Saturdays would always start meeting mates for something to eat about 12.00 at The Parlour in Litlle Queen Street. Then we'd do the record shops, two at the back of Prossy Centre(Smiths and Virgin), then to Anlaby Road and the station, then onto Transvaal on Spring Bank to look at the latest mohair jumpers we couldn't afford.
Picadish was where we would go when I started to go into town with friends, we would listen to records on the top floor in the listening booths, then go to Picadish for something to eat.
