In these days the first year of an apprenticeship was being a ‘go-for’. You go for this and you go for that no matter who your dad was. Often on a Friday, you would see four or six of the Docks’ apprentices heading up the street with their Hessian sacks
In these days the first year of an apprenticeship was being a ‘go-for’. You go for this and you go for that no matter who your dad was.
Often on a Friday, you would see four or six of the Docks’ apprentices heading up the street with their Hessian sacks. This was around 11 o’clock and the lads were going to Cottingham’s fish shop on the corner of Thrift Street and Lawson Street. The reason they came up this early was to give the chip shop lasses their orders for dinner time.
As the yard was so busy, it was common to see the lads going back down to the yard with their bags full of fish and chips, pie and chips, etc., etc. If you were downwind the smell was great and would make your belly rumble with hunger.
Sadly, as time moved on, there was no more chippy along with no more apprentices and today no more Smiths Docks.