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