tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618037273976945887.post1633140518164457902..comments2023-10-28T01:17:48.577-07:00Comments on Blues is My Middle Name: My Village, My Home, My Life - part eightJohn Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253189433784659729noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618037273976945887.post-26950136747564018902015-03-07T12:15:26.317-08:002015-03-07T12:15:26.317-08:00Hi (if you're still there),
Parallel paths her...Hi (if you're still there),<br />Parallel paths here. I started in the brewery in November 1962. I worked in the laboratory which had a row of windows which looked over Central Road to Cudworth's yard. One of our main entertainments was when Cudworth's had a big item arriving. Everyone there would go out onto the yard and all these big fellows would watch as the apprentice struggled with the yard crane.<br /><br />I also had direct dealings with the yard. In about 64-65 I had a converted Austin 1936 (?) cabriolet which was falling apart. I took it to Harold Cudworth who refused to bodge it and it came back with some effective welding to hold the headlights on.<br /><br />Although I'd been living in Cefn in 62 I moved to Chester in 64 and in 65 moved to Penycae, just below the Church. By then I had a Standard 8 which spent much of its time in Turners body shop in Acrefair. I caught the bus often from the Tainant turning at the top of Penycae and, like you, walked from Broad Street or Ruabon or (when the car still wasn't ready, from Acrefair up a dark Delph past Christionydd.<br /><br />I don't think I can be blamed for your motorbike spill. Before getting the Austin I had commuted from Cefn on a Lambretta and later on a Matchless. I had a few hairy moments on the winters of 63 and 64 0n them and have always given bikers a bit of space (more than they give me).<br /><br />Also 'graduated' from the famous Denbighshire Technical College. It's a bit sad to see its decline to a mediocre university. The college I remember helped so many people acquire practical, useful skills. It is dead in evenings and I remember the buzz as we returned from the cafeteria to evening classes and walked past corridors lined with masses doing commercial training, accountancy, typing, external degrees, ONCs, HNCs etc. <br /><br />You mention Wrexham FC. After starting as a humble lab assistant I went through the ranks and finished up as head brewer. I was delighted to arrange the sponsorship deal which got Wrexham Lager onto the shirts. I also enjoyed several years of having 'my own' lounge off the Directors' box with a fridge loaded with lager and the club supplying other refreshments. Fighting one's way out at half time to queue for tea never felt good after that.<br /><br />In those early days the pay was rubbish but the training great!<br /><br />Best wishes,<br /><br />David EthelstonAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05891045675501725638noreply@blogger.com