Remembering Christmas shopping in Sheffield in years gone by

Not since the Blitz and the war years, have we entered a run up to Christmas that is incomparable to any other.

This is the first year I know of that we’ve needed permission to go shopping! Even during the war years we never had rules with regards entering a shop.

And on top of that we have to wear face coverings to enter.

I love the run up to Christmas, and there was a real buzz around town in the 70s, 80s and 90s.

Even when I was a child and I had little or no money to buy presents it was still a great to be there.

We had so many shops all busy with people, and of course the three markets Castle, Sheaf and Outdoor Market

I always remember the market stall at the main entrance to Sheaf Market which sold mistletoe, and Dixon Lane, full of green grocers barrows all stacked with fresh fruit and veg and with ample queues.

It’s sad to think how many shops we lost over the years. Shops I naively thought would be here forever.

Woolworths with its pic’n’mix, C&A Walsh’s large popular department stores. But there were also the smaller shops, such as Suggs the original sports store.

All generations remember different shops, I’ve heard of Cockaynes and Pauldens, they were before my time, but they evoke strong memories in so many people.

If Mace's sales had matched its footfall, I’m sure it would still be here now.

The pet store was the first shop visited by many youngsters going into town, smells and sights memories for all.

As we matured, Harringtons in Castle Market gave us a chance to look great at half the price. Jean Jeanie ,Tramps Chelsea Girl,Sexy Rexy and Pippy’s also helped to give you that look.

Another store I loved was Wilson Peck at the top of Fargate, which sold all things musical.

From pianos, drums to sheet music, I went in there as part of my plan to be a drummer in a band.

I would have loved to have bought a drum kit, but alI I could stretch to was drum sticks ‘not chicken’ from the seconds bin.

I’m not sure my parents and neighbours would appreciate me practicing my art in my bedroom. But that’s how the Artic’s and Def Leppard began, from humble beginnings.

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