In the coldest shop in town yesterday, the conversation went like this.
We keep meeting in shops.
The best people do.
Haven’t got all my shopping for Christmas yet, have you?
I’m not too bothered, I’ll just get what I need. I never saw the kind of shopping where I used to live, like I see here,
Maybe you’re seeing the farmers coming in to town and stocking up. When I was little the shops were closed for nearly two weeks and my parents kept food stores in their garage.
Did they! Did the fresh food and vegetables keep that long?
Those things went in the fridge.
Post-war, when rationing was just still existing there wasn’t as much to buy. Shops were closed for the holidays. Fridges weren’t in general use. We didn’t have one. Central heating wasn’t widespread either.
Oh no I suppose not, I hadn’t thought of that. (She was a bit younger).
There were cold larders. You made your provisions last. It was simple but good cooking.