Bun and Cheese and other Stories

Bun and Cheese and other Stories
by
Austin Mitchell

Living in rural Jamaica in the sixties we didn't have the comfort of walking into a supermarket, taking the goods we are going to buy and either put them in a trolley or a basket before we head for the cashier. Instead we would head for the corner shop and order our groceries.  Incidentally we could credit goods at the corner shop. I remember my grandmother crediting goods at the nearby shop. The shop keeper was quite willing to credit her as she lived nearby and wouldn’t run away with his money. There were some unscrupulous characters around in those days and I suppose there still is. Sell them a goat or a pig and they would return the next day to say that the public health inspector had ordered the meat to be dumped. They would sneak off with your money and be laughing at you behind your back.
At Easter time we would order our buns from a woman called Miss Lou Jim. She was a spinster who lived alone and who incidentally was my god mother. I can't remember where the cheese came from or how many buns there were or the price of those buns. In fact I don’t remember if we had any cheese.Nowadays at Easter I see supermarkets and wholesales full of bun and cheese. In the olden days people never ate the amount of bun and cheese as they are now doing.

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