Child­hood mem­o­ries

The Jewish Chronicle - - LIFE -

Thank you for tak­ing me back to my Liver­pool child­hood with an­other photo of Galkoff’s butcher shop. Dur­ing the Se­cond World War when my mother, my sis­ter and I re­lo­cated to a small vil­lage on The Wir­ral with, of course, no kosher food shops,it was Mr Galkoff who came to our res­cue. Each Thurs­day, it was my task to col­lect from the lo­cal train sta­tion a par­cel con­tain­ing the fam­ily’s meat ra­tion. I hated the job be­cause af­ter a long train jour­ney from Liver­pool the brown pa­per par­cel tied up with string was usu­ally be­gin­ning to leak.

I imag­ine my mother must have posted the money and the nec­es­sary coupons to pay. In those days, there was no ques­tion of choice. You took what­ever the butcher had that week. What­ever, thanks to Percy Galkoff our lit­tle fam­ily did not starve. Ruth Lewis, Herts. EN6

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