De­li­cious fritz

The Advertiser - - BOOMER MEMORIES -

RE­GARD­ING Bob Perry’s butcher shop mem­o­ries ( Boomer, Septem­ber 11), I at­tended Good­wood Pri­mary School, and most of my class lived in the same area.

Around the corner, there was butcher, and after 70-plus years, I can still re­call his name, Mr Manuel. Six of us walked to and from school and the last stop each day was to go down­stairs in the shop, where Mr Manuel made his small­good items.

We were fas­ci­nated to watch him ply his craft. When he’d fin­ished, he would say we de­served a lump of fritz. We all got a piece then he’d go back up­stairs to serve and we’d go home sat­is­fied.

Noth­ing like fritz, same to­day as it was then.

Rox Rosey Hay­bor­ough

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