Remembering the shops
I was born and bred in South Benfleet in 1937. My home was in the High Road, just opposite the Methodist Church. My grandparents and parents spent most of their lives in Benfleet, probably going back to the early 1900s.
I attended King John School, where I was Head Boy in 1953. My now wife, Olive Milton (nee Smith), was Head Girl. The school was under the mastership of “Taffy Evans”; they don’t make them like that any more. At school I enjoyed sport and represented King John and Essex County in football, cricket and athletics, ultimately going on to play soccer with Tottenham Hotspur.
Being at King John in the year of the flood, 1953, I can recall the part that I played.
My wife left school a year later than I and went into nursing, following which she was lured into a more exotic lifestyle when she joined Laker Airways as an Air Hostess. Olive spent most of her younger life in Hadleigh and has a mass of recollections to recall. Her family, the Smith’s, go back four generations in Hadleigh.
I have drawn maps (shown below) of Benfleet High Road and High Street, showing the positions of the shops and businesses that I can recall. There are some that I have been unable to name, perhaps readers may be able to help fill in the gaps!
Where possible, some adverts relating to the shops are also printed, as proprietors names often help to jog memories.
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I remember going into the Clock House Cafe as a small child with my mum on our shopping trip from living on the houseboat on the creek, as our Dr surgery was just up the road they had only just built it, Dr Holloway, Dr Smith and Dr Pope. We would also go and sit on the Downs and look out over the creek towards Canvey, as my father, George Yeo, used to operate the Draw bridge over the creek. He used to let me pull the levers, I really thought I was important doing that, I must have only been about 3 or 4 years old at the time.
Penny Stuart, Liquorice Sticks were one of my favourites too! We used to chew the sticks, which just looked like a regular stick out of the garden, until they frayed out and just a lump of fibrous yellowy brown bits remained. They had an intense liquorice flavour and were apparently pieces of dried liquorice root. I have never seen them anywhere else. They probably account for a lot of bad teeth in our age group, do you think?
Colin Mac, I think the liquorice sticks you are talking about are what we used to call Liquorice Hard Sticks, though you could apparently get an inferior soft version too. Liquorice hard sticks are still available in specialist sweet shops now, as are sherbert dabs. Sweet cigarettes and liquorice cheroots are not though. You can however get sweet sticks with no painted red end.
On Map 2 around 1956 onwards, wasn’t there a Barbers above somewhere between 5 and 11, I think next to the church rear steps/path?
On Map 3 wasn’t there a bank, probably Midland on the corner around 5?
On Map 4 The clothing factory in Brooke Road was later bought by Glanfields. Originally this shop may have been Hobsons uniform manufacturers for a very, very short time, whilst they bought/built the old factory on the corner of Kiln Road, though most clothing factories made uniforms in the war.
The sweet shop next to the Brooke became Galloways later.
The Clock House Cafe was owned by my father for 15 years at the time when this picture was taken. He bought the cafe after the war. I have many stories I could tell about Benfleet, I am now 80, a wonderful place to live after the war.
A memory of licorice stick. Somewhere on High Street as a child in the 40’s, cousin Paddy Fisher took me to the sweet shop for treats. Mine was Licorice Stick – a true short stick that one chewed on that was indeed Licorice! As I chewed the stick shredded. OK Paddy, hope you weren’t teasing me! Anyone else tried licorice stick? Cheers to Benfleet folk, Penny in the Yukon, Canada…
Licorice sticks, are they still available I wonder? Halfpenny each from the sweet shop on the way to junior school in Hadleigh along with sherbert dabs at a penny I think, a sort of tube of paper with a tube inserted with which you sucked up the contents. Nearest thing that tastes like it now is probably sherbert lemons, sherbert lemons are of course time travellers access to the past. Just one takes me back to that shop without fail. Colin Mac
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