WITH regard to the story in The Argus on Dubarrys, on arriving home on the day I left school (Easter 1956), on the Thursday, my mother gave me the bus fare to go to Dubarrys and see about a job as a neighbour working there said they were taking people on.

Off I went from the old Lennox Street in town, down to St James’s Street (running all the way), arriving at Hove Station, up the stairs over the bridge, to the main building.

Everyone had gone home due to the holiday period.

One young lady cleaner or member of staff said “why don’t you come back on Tuesday and see if there are any jobs going?”

On the Tuesday morning, I was packed off with sandwiches, an overall (which belonged to my elder sister), six pence for the bus fares, back to Dubarrys to ask about a job.

Taken to the printing room and there I started, on the cutting out of box fitting, then on to printing.

We had a small section where we printed chemist labels for Epsom Salts and other long-forgotten remedies.

As I had applied for the job on Thursday, I was paid for the Easter Monday.

Happy days.

I enjoyed the time I worked there.

I think the foreman’s name was John Taylor, but I cannot be 100% sure.

Gloria Russell

Birchgrove Crescent Hollingbury, Brighton