Crabb Street was a really happy, friendly place to live. Everybody knew each other and were always ready to help out. There were quite a few children of similar ages and during daylight hours we all played out in the street together. Sometimes the children from Co-op Row would join us. We often had the skipping rope across the road. With so little traffic there were few interruptions.
A sweet shop at 92 Crabb Street, owned by Mrs. Litchfield in 1940 - we could only look and hope for some sweets. Number 82 was a general store run by Mrs. Balls, 45 the baker, Mr. Lyne and 32 the fried fish shop owned by Mr. Essam in 1940. The Spiritual Church at the end of Crabb Street used to fascinate us. We would try to peer in through the darkened windows to see the "spirits".
The shoe factories noise and the smell of leather would hang in the air. At dinner times and home times the street would bustle with people, always rushing past.
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