Sylvia Hughes née Jeggo
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Bridge Street
Gran and Grandad lived and died;
Granny kept "Ye Olde Toye Shoppe"
Grandad used to stand outside
the butcher's shop beside.
In crisp white apron, bowler hat,
He'd nod across the street,
to Poole's, Boyce Adams, Maypole;
sending me to buy each week
Hulme's oatcakes from Little Street.
I remember, looking back
fifty years or more,
Watson's, Tylers, Warrington's,
Meadow Dairy and next door
Tatton's hardware store.
Streets meandered through the town
merging into one another;
when it was pedestrianized
I had to get acclimatized -
especially, to Bridge Street.
