If you needed to wait for a prescription there was a seat, however there was always such a mix of interesting goods in the shop and other customers that sometimes one didn't mind waiting. It sold an interesting array of perfumes, salts, talcum powders, cough sweets and small penny lollipops-were they there to help the medicine go down? The chemists' shops at that time had a certain pleasant smell about them.
Mr Forgan himself was a patrician sort of a chap-with his balding head and remaining white hair he seemed old to me then, but I guess he wasn't any older than I am now-fifty six years of age. He wasn't a particularly handsome man, but he was courteous and pleasant and had a distinct presence to him. I may be wrong but in my memory he looked a little like the Colonel Blimp character portrayed by Roger Livesy.
Because we lived closer to The Store, where as part of the overall building, there were an additional two separate shops, one of which was a paint and decorator's shop, (which couldn't possibly survive today) and the other was a chemist (where the chip shop is today)-we tended to share our business between the two chemists shops.Was the chemist here actually part of St Cuthbert's Cooperative?
It had the same feel as Forgan’s chemist shop, but was smaller, less inviting and there was less freedom to roam and as a customer one was kept at a distance. Martin Davidson’s mother (from further down Oxgangs Avenue) worked there; she was a glamorous woman with blonde hair-she was a very friendly woman, but someone who could also be sensitive combined with great customer care-an asset to the business. Although I haven't thought of Mrs Davidson in over four decades it's strange the impact and impression that people can make on you as children and remain with one all these years later.