When I saw the Union Street old Co-op store in the Market Rasen Mail (Those Were the Days August 20) it brought back many memories of the time I worked at the store.
I was born in 1921. I left school at 14 years old and worked in a drapery shop. My weekly wage was £1.5.0d a week.
When a vacancy was advertised at the Co-op Store, I applied for the post and was successful. My wage there increased to £10.10.0d per week.
The last war had started, but I knew I would not be called up for war service as I only had the sight of one eye, having been born with congenital cataracts.
I am now 93 years old and I still remember my mother’s dividend Co-op number 5692.
As the younger men working at the Co-op were called to service, I was asked to be in charge of the Provisions Counter.
There were no fridges then to keep any meat products fresh.
I met my husband to be at a small village dance and when we said ‘goodnight’ we just shook hands.
Our romance blossomed and we married during the last war in 1942.
My husband had joined the Airforce and became a Radar mechanic.
In 1944, he was posted to go abroad. Very shortly after his departure I discovered I was pregnant. Letter took six weeks to tell him the good news.
This was a joy to me and kept me going through the war years. Six years after the war ended, we were blessed with another daughter, in 1953.
We were married for 68 years and many are the happy memories of camping and caravanning holidays.
Over the years our family increased with five grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.
As I look back, I wouldn’t have wanted my life to have been any different.
Dorothy Clark (nee Ringrose)