Rights of passage. The local ones we all know; for those of a certain age, learning to drive on the Big K car park was an unforgettable experience – as was visiting this local DIY palace of glittering delights with the old man.
Susan Marie Ward recalls such an occurrence, and a lot of familiar local stuff, in a recent post on her Staffordshirebred blog. I know I’m plugging the hell out of her work at the moment, but I really want to shout about it from the rooftops.
This is an intensely personal, warm and at times funny blog. It’s from the heart. If you’re interested in local history, and not following it, you must be mad. It’s as simple as that.
There’s also a great post musing on the subject of the census and occupation, as David Evans has done to similar effect her recently.
I keep saying this, but it’s true. There’s never been a better time to be into local history than now. So many people writing such great stuff, all unhindered by commercialism. Long may it reign.
I can remember learning how to drive in the snow on Big K car park at night when it was closed.
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I Started Working at big K in 1974 , it was being advertised on the television and was very very busy on a Saturday and a friday. My job was on the timber section it was heavy work and quite dangerous as the contiboard was stacked on end with nothing to stop it falling forwards.