Elizabeth O’Brien writes:
Yes, so sad now when you pass through to many empty shops remember going into Woolworth on a Saturday morning and get a poke of hot peanuts; the the library with my dad and then Casc’s Cafe for a jam macaroon cake and a hot orange while my wee da nipped in for a wee hauf of whisky and a wee half pint of beer. My mum never knew this at all it was our wee secret. X
I love your poem and. It’s nice to see Cascis mentioned. It was so special to the social life in Dumbarton . I worked there with Charlie Casci and the Capani sisters and the team of girls who served all who supported the cafe, its all still close to my heart. We bought our own uniforms in these days so I had a blue stripe for week days and a pink with kipper tie
For weekends ,my name was Margaret I wonder if anyone remembers me??? I’m sure Bill Heany might