I think one or two of you may be just old enough to remember when the local butcher shop looked somewhat like this.
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I love your pictures, brings back a lot of memories working my grandfathers butcher shop. He had nearly all the items in your pictures and the large scale too with wood chips on the floor! He raised the cattle, hogs, chickens, etc. and butchered all of them for his shop. I have a lot off wonderful memories there!
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What a great experience for a young lad, Michael. His meat must have been so good. No strange additives in those days.
Great experience, my grandfather took pride in what he did everyday and what he would sell. I remember him says to me all the time “only the best for customers”. His animals were all grass fed.
Brought up in Hong Kong in the 50s I have no personal memories of butcheries like this, and in early 60s Britain things were a little more antiseptic than this! But in sepia or monochrome these would not be out of place in a Victorian or Edwardian album.
Apart from the telltale date of 1951…
I wonder if the butcheries were open air affairs, Calm one?
Sawdust on the floor I remember but this is a bit before my time I think 😉
I’m confident this is well before your time, Andrew!
Quite well, but not quite so gruesome looking,I was always quite scared at the noise the cleaver coming down CRASH !!,
Oh, yes! You expected a finger or two to go flying.
Still looks like that in Mexico and we cringe when they cut beef and pork and chicken in the same spot on their butcher block without cleaning the knife, but we’ve survived so far.
I understand that the butcher shop in Grenada (BWI) probably looked like that but I managed to buy meat either in a can (ham or spam) or frozen at the grocery store. I was warned the butcher shop would turn me into a vegetarian. I’m pretty close to that anyway.
You just boosted your immune system nicely, Darlene!
As far back as I can remember my mother shopped the meat counter at Safeway where unless you were asking for something special it was already cut and wrapped in a refrigerated case. But you could wring a bell and a man in a funny white hat (always a man) would come out and take your order and come back shortly with a package wrapped in white “butcher” paper and write what it was and the price with a red grease pencil on the package.
So I’m just young enough not to remember what you have pictured.
Although the young man at the checkout stand (I refuse to use self check out) yesterday was amazed when told I really was an old lady of 65 and could not lift that heavy bag (made him re bag it)….he said he thought I was about 40. No, I didn’t tip him. I did offer to bring him home though.;-)
I love the self checkout! What a nice compliment from that young man. 🙂
If they gave me a discount for using self check out I might use it. I’ve tried it a couple of times but using the checkers gives me a) human interaction and b) gives them job security. Considering I used to work in the welfare office I’m all for job security.
I think that young man had some Italian blood. Big flirt, probably in his early 20’s.
I was concerned about job losses too, but it sure hasn’t happened in the stores that use them here.
They never seem to have enough people working the checkouts at any time anyway….no matter what time of day (or night) I go.
With sawdust on the floors to soak up the blood.
My brother-in-law was a butcher in rural Manitoba. The meat from his shop was so good. I can still remember the pork sausages; they don’t taste like that these days.
There were definitely good things about “the old days” that are lost today. We have to work at finding good quality food now.
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