Larry Skinner and his father in front of the shop.
Pic: Anne Trehy
I went to pay my respects at Larry Skinner’s funeral today in Ringsend Church.
Some of my happiest childhood memories are associated with him. Once a week we would walk to the post office in Bath Street with my Nanna to collect her pension. Then she would bring us across the road to Larry’s to buy us some sweets: a Big Time, a Battle of the Planets Bar or maybe Purple Chewits. We got the evening Herald newspaper delivered to our house from Larry’s each day too, and he never got cross when we forgot (for weeks on end) to pay our “paper money”.
I loved that shop and our visits with Larry. What a gent. RIP.
Gemma Byrne, Tritonville Avenue.
