Where does it start?

where does it start?
well, the corner shop possibly
the entrance was like a large bay window
semicircle of white framed glass with a door in the centre
inside, on the left were the fruit and veg
the sweets on the right
in perfect rows like patient children
at their Sunday church service

at the back of the shop
an L shaped counter
bacon slicer in front
(horror machine that makes a sound all of it's own)
register on the right
(old dark wood, probably now buried somewhere in a second rate
antiques
shop)

I remember
a very fussy woman
buying bits and pieces
I, a small child behind the counter with my grandmother,
said, "that will be sixpence please"
Grandmother murmured "it's on account"
I looked confused "sixpence?"
the fussy woman ignored me
a stupid child that didn't understand
some people don't need money

But, I don't remember it well
the days of bacon slicer and "on account"
the days of overall storeroom boxed up sweets
and rows and rows of black covered Mars bars
Kellogg's Variety pack and heavy metal scales
plain crisps with separate blue salt packet
big jars of sherbet lemons, aniseed balls,
mint imperials and little orange cough sweets whose name I forget
all dispensed in triangular paper bags
But, I don't remember it well

I remember my grandfather
shaving every morning in the huge kitchen sink
and being sick
every morning, being sick
my grandmother would dance in front of the stove in her big
grandma
underwear while we giggled and laughed
and my grandfather was sick in the sink
I never really though about it
until he died, cancer of the bowel
long gone now

anyway, I think that's where it starts
I'm just not sure where it ends