He stepped out of the office holding his head high. He took as much pride in his work on his last week as if it were just like any other.’
On his last day they had a whip round for him and they bought him a nice watch. It was inscribed on the back; to George Taylor, for 40 years of loyal service.’
There was a tear in his eye as he shook hands with all the men whom he had worked along side.
He put on his coat and his hat and waved goodbye then walked down the street to his new shop on Little Bedford Street. The sign on the front said Sarah Jane White makers of fine furniture. Proprietor Mr George Taylor master craftsman.’
There were already many orders coming in George had interviewed to young lads and offered to set them on as apprentices after they had brought in pieces of work that they had made at school. George carefully inspected the joints and the workmanship before nodding his approval.
He would monitor their progress just as Willie Mitchell had done when he was an apprentice. The shop would be officially opened by Elizabeth Jacobs on Saturday morning and the work could begin. George just wanted to get on with getting the first job out of the way. He was making an oak table and six chairs for a dining room. A gentleman who lived in Tynemouth had rang the shop and told him that he had spoken with Peter Jacobs who had recommended him. There was an order for a walnut wardrobe, a dressing table with a padded seat to go with it. Wooden head boards were in demand and he set the two apprentices Ken Halliwell and Cyril Fell to make them. When the Saturday came around George had put on his best suit as the Mayor Mr Ralph Mason came along as an honoured guest to witness the grand opening. Elizabeth, Peter and her children and grand children all came to witness the opening of the shop on the morning of the 2nd of October 1960. George stood proudly with his wife and his son as the photographer took photos of everyone including the two apprentices who were also smartly dressed.
They were all invited back to the town hall where a buffet was laid on for them all.
George wasted no time at all as he took orders for furniture from police officers and councillors. Even the Mayor put his name down for a garden bench.
George had enough work to keep him going for six months and the orders kept rolling in.
George would often forget to come home and his wife who had now had a phone installed would ring the shop to tell him to come home for his dinner. She would call into the shop each day with things she had baked and also stuff from Tom.’
The two apprentices loved it as they got to share the food because there was too much for George to eat himself.
At the beginning of 1961 Tom began his search for a place in which to start his bakery. Through his contacts Peter Jacobs who had become good friends with George his father had scouted about for a suitable site for the new bakery. Elizabeth had now become good friends with Agnes who had taken with Elizabeth’s grand children they even called her nanna Aggie which she loved. Tom was able to start his own business after his father had given him enough money to buy a property and acquire five ovens on a shop in Nile Street after Peter had negotiated a good price for the shop that was once a tailor shop. Tom would have a great trade with people commuting to the nearby railway station he thought. This proved to be the case as the smell of fresh baked bread and pies had them coming in droves.