I HAVE been reading the letters about people’s memories of Wrights with interest on my trip to York for my mother’s 90th birthday.

Like others, my family had a long history of working at Wrights, starting with my father George Johnson, who worked for them from before the war and stayed with them except for a few war years through to his retirement as the factory manager at Skelton in 1980.

His brother (my uncle) Stan and his son, Ken, also worked at the factory. My sister, Anne Thorpe, worked at Wrights from leaving school until she had her first child when she was manager of the Clifton shop, which she ran from its opening.

I also had a small stint at Wrights in Whipmawhopmagate shop on a Saturday morning until I left school, then spent three months on the phones at the factory until I started my career at the York City Council.

As a child, I went with dad on a Sunday morning to check the factory, firstly at Aldwalk then at Skelton.

Dad gave me the recipe for the pork pies, but sadly I lost it.

Denise Williamson (nee Johnson), Melbourne, Australia.