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karrier bantam mobile butchers shop- 413 page last updated: 14 October 2007 |
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karrier bantam mobile butchers shop |
This model completes my set of Karrier Bantams. Not in the best of condition, but this is not an easy one to track down. It is best described as a good, honest, un-restored example.
I've had a very good try to clean it but there is still dirt ingrained in the paint. I've done some close-ups of the windows too; click and enlarge and you will see a pigs head with an apple in its mouth. I'm not sure how many toys on sale today have picture of the severed head of a pig displayed in this manner, ah well, time marches on. Click on the other picture and there are what appear to be pork pies displayed underneath a hanging leg of pork, the Environmental Health boys would have this van closed down in an instant.
Hutchinson's butcher's van came round to our farm twice a week with fresh meat. It had similar standards of hygiene to this motor. It wasn't a big walk-through tonner van like this though, it was a 12cwt, an Austin J4 I think or a Bedford CA, the fish man definitely had a Bedford, but both of them had their stock on wooden trays in the back of the van, or in buckets of iced water (no refrigeration). They would both then do the cutting, chopping, gutting, slicing whatever on a wooden board on the rear floor of the van, standing in the road behind the open doors, out in the good fresh air. There's no wonder I never suffer from upset stomach, I got my antibodies strong and early.
As ever this brings on further reminiscences of an old bugger. Why can you no longer buy pies from the butcher? - they were always better than ones from baker's shops, never mind the awful manufactured items from the chippy. On market day in Ulverston we used to buy a hot pork pie from Parkinsons the pork butcher, running with scalding melted jelly, and then go and buy a bag of chips from Stretch's. The pie would be about a shilling and the chips sixpence, then we'd go down to the rose gardens and eat them sitting on a bench. We were classy, no eating a pie out of a bag as we walked down the street, someone might see us and tell our mam.
