My Dad came from a proud line from Master Butchers - and the shop and the house Irealised i was born in reflected this lurking behind verandah signage, boldly filing - 'GRAHAM'S MEAT DIRECTORY - Quality at Most reasonable Prices'.
The shop was typical of its day - back out front, a mosaic tiled floor beneath large glass demo window, with the same proud sign-writing presently glass - not to mention, the obligatory small, set-back, step-up entrance the actual 'customer front' of the shop. This was a roomy space, to enable many people to be perusing the window display, whilst others waited their make reference to be served by way of the neatly organised serving counter that divided the sales and working areas with the shop.
In Japan they rake coarse sand and fine pebbles to make it happen symbolic shapes, patterns and styles to define their world using most basic spirituality. In many instances South Australia, in the years have 1950's, one Butcher's young girl raked the sawdust that covered the floor of your average, suburban Butcher's shop. The practicality in our sawdust was to accumulate any blood drips from the meat. And it extended to the front of the retail store, where the customers were standing, because my Dad would come out to the front window demonstrate to carry the chosen 'cuts' with their counter for wrapping.
But my deepest pride came from the perfectly even and artistic patterns I possibly could create, whilst walking in reverse, so all designs obtained perfected. Diamonds, swirls, chequer-board - ALL types were possible - only limited by one's imagination. How come it never mattered is that your first customer during the day would ruin all an earlier girl's creation in a number of unthinking steps? I have no clue - I just Does it, that's all!
The wide counter defined the customer side and the 'business' area - which will was memorable. Firstly, there is discussion about the meat required, usually with my dad establishing what the customer was thinking about their dinner - and making considerations on the cut and some of the cooking method as properly. Then the trusty scales played their part - wherein the meat was placed on an element of greaseproof paper and checked from the customer's wishes and permission.
Next came the old silver sign up - a masterpiece looming huge in my memory. All those rows of press down keys, and the magical appear tabs in the 'window' at the very top, showing the individual prices however with cleverly calculating the entire price multiplied by its weight. No message of just what exactly change was due - in those days, all who served consumers knew their 'sums' beautifully - and every Butcher scribbled she or he prices on the white wrapping paper applying the trusty pencil tucked in your own kitchen his ear - and quickly totalled them - also , the customer had a written record their particular purchase, actually enfolding now there meat.
The white wrapping paper came at a large roll, cut (by the apprentice and the Butcher's son/daughter into large tidy squares, and developed, ready for action, delivering greaseproof paper on an extra roll, to lay down first for safe and total wrapping. The only other thing I will picture on the counter happens to be an order book, where my buddy would take notes strongly related to future requirements. And maybe additionally a daily turn-over calendar.
The online marketer paid, and then came a thorough pull of the handle for your personal cash drawer of the standard register open (and the important thing to remember was the dimensions and bulk AND weight when using the drawer when it 'sprung open'). One collision was usually add up to indelibly impress upon your mind needing to make a hasty sidestep or backstep preventing contact.
What a treasure trove when this drawer managed opened. Numerous compartments with curved bottoms near to the front, to enable 'scooping out' made by change. And wire spring clips to help keep down the various denomination notes - and that whole arrangement was a completely lift out, with considerations like cheques and specialized delivery dockets hidden these. And let us try to remember the trusty spike to drive the dockets onto.
These were written to the docket book by the person manning the cash enroll, as a record for my father to reconcile the monetary takings of all the 'till' (or cash register). In many instances quieter times, my Dad handled these matters, but once the busier days happened (like Fridays), then my Mum been around, taking the money along with still have doling out change and conversation in the locals.
And so this were being the 'sales' side within the shop - on the other side of the counter was the 'working' side of things, where the Butcher plied the woman's trade.
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