The New Marksman Newsletter

The Online Version of the New Marksman ~ Spring Issue

The Mansfield Brewery Site Before and After Demolition

May 2008 The Brewery and chimneys before demolition commenced at a cost of £500,000.	September 2008 The brewery site, with the demolition complete. The cleared site could be used for housing/commercial purposes.

This magazine aims to give news and information about the Baily Thomas Provident fund and the existing Sports and Social activities of ex Mansfield Brewery personnel.

The Baily Thomas Provident Trust funds the magazine but comments and articles of interest from you the beneficiaries will be most welcome.

Closing date for information to be included in the next issue: 2nd June 2009

Many thanks to everyone who contributed to this publication

The Adventures of Roger and Les
by Roger Walker

Roger Walker

He was as big as me that first morning he walked round the lorry in the late 60s. “Good morning” he said with a bad stammer. This was the first time I cast eyes on LES MOSLEY and I grew to know him as a lovable rogue. We were together for the first two months and our ways of delivering beer were unconventional.

Les Mosley

Keg beer should be lowered into the cellar on a rope. Les and I would place the pig (a large square cushion) at the bottom of the cellar and roll the kegs down at terrific speed.

One day, unbeknown to us, at the Hucknall and Linby Miners Welfare, Mr Baker, the Head Brewer, was watching our misdemeanours. He said that the 'bloody' kegs were coming down like bouncing bombs.

Back at the brewery that night Jim Wain told us we had to see Mr Baker. Standing outside the office Mr Baker told Mr Parsons to send in Barnes Wallace!

Three Men in a Cab

Christmas Eve at the Brewery was party time. All the beer delivered and time to relax. In 1976, Strutts Nightclub in Derby had had a spiffing time the previous evening and required an emergency delivery of the brown juice and the golden nectar. Three lads won the lottery to make the delivery - lorry driver Jim Allison, and mates Nobby Bateman and Clive Piddoct which they did with a happy expression and good heart.

Baily Thomas Beneficiaries OpenMeeting

Date: 9th June 2009 Commences 6.30 pm
Venue: The Towers, Botany Avenue, Mansfield Nottinghamshire NG18 5NG

The Trustees have arranged an open meeting to be held at The Towers, Botany Avenue, Mansfield, on Tuesday 9 th June at 6.30 p.m. A light buffet will be provided primarily for people coming from work, but everyone is welcome to participate.

This is a chance for you to comment on the service provided by the Baily Thomas Fund and to bring new ideas that may benefit the beneficiaries.

For Further Information Telephone Denise Wilson on: 01623 473 290

Don Brown - CSD

I joined Hull Brewery in 1973, going into the Cellar Services Department, and not realising the influence the Brewery would have on my life. Walking down Sylvester Street, Hull, the home of the Brewery, brought back many memories of my grandparents who had lived at no. 6, (records show them living there in 1917 and leaving in 1949 when my Grandmother died).

During the war I remember sheltering in the cellars below the stables during air raids and climbing bombed buildings around the brewery. The story was that the Germans used the chimneys as a guide when bombing.

I also remember the horse and drays loading in the street, and me going with my Uncle Norman to pubs in his tanker cab (this would not be allowed now).

My granddad, Marmaduke Story Day known as Paddy Day, had two sons, Norman and George, and three daughters Rhoda, Nancy and Millie (my mother). Paddy Day and his brother Harry joined the Brewery in the late 1800’s, granddad worked as a drayman, but my only memory of him was smoking Erinmore tobacco in his pipe and walking with two sticks because of arthritis, which may have been caused by only having a sack to cover him on the dray in wet weather.

Norman his son spent his working life as a tanker driver and his other son George worked on the brewing side and enjoyed taking visitors on brewery trips. I understand George did not drink. Both Rhoda and Nancy worked in the bottling department and Arthur Wood Teal, Nancy’s husband, worked as a joiner. Norman’s son Ken worked in the Wine and Spirits department. George and Ken Day were still employed there when I joined the company.

I retired in 2002, having served over 25 years and was the last member of the family to be involved with the Brewery.

Taking into account my time spent with Mansfield Brewery (who took over Hull Brewery in 1984) and my later transfer to Total Cellar Services Ltd in 1999, my family has been associated with a Brewery for over 100 years.

I am now enjoying retirement and enjoy caravanning, gardening and being involved with village life.

Where are they Now?

A rare opportunity was celebrated by a group of friends who recently met up for lunch in Mansfield with Mary Dakin and husband Jim who live in Dorset, and Mavis Leverton and husband Gordon who live in Cornwall.

A Line from Eastern Europe
by Phil Kirk

Phil writes, I have been visiting Bulgaria for the past 3 years and now have an apartment on the Black Sea coast. Earlier last year I decided to take some time out and spent the whole of the summer by the sea, re-evaluating my life.

I go to school twice a week studying the language, which is not easy. I’ve met a girl and since last October have been living in Plovdiv, the second largest city in Bulgaria.

I have many friends here. I am currently working with a South African friend as a DJ in the club scene and hopefully we can make a living. I am happy to be receiving the New Marksman as I have some great memories of my time at Mansfield Brewery.

I would appreciate any e-mail correspondence from friends and ex work colleagues. If anyone would like holiday here, for a very reasonable price, my apartment sleeps 4 people, is 10 minutes from the beach and 5 minutes from the centre of Sveti Vlas.

Phil worked in the Mansfield Brewery laboratory.

Golden Wedding – Ken and Norma Smith

Ken and Norma were married on 26 December 1958 and invited family and friends to celebrate their Golden Wedding at a local restaurant.

Ken began working for the Brewery in the Engineering department in 1970 and retired as Supervisor in 1998. Norma was a teacher and completed her career at St Edmund School in Mansfield Woodhouse.

In February the Golden Couple enjoyed a cruising holiday in the Caribbean

Happy Holidays

	“More Wine For My Men - We Ride At dawn” Sam Sills and John Bartle on a recent visit to France, called in at Agincourt just to let them know we’re still around.
	On Top of Wales Members of the Mansfield Brewery walking club on top of Snowdon in the rain and mist in September.
	Mountain Conquest Colin Stump, still climbing mountains, successfully climbed a 20 000ft+ peak in the Himalayas last August. What a lovely clear day.

Send in your holiday memories

Obituaries

Fred Hensleigh 1922- 2008

Fred was born almost next door to Mansfield Brewery and went to work there as a lad in the bottling stores when he left school. He worked his way through that department and then transferred to Bulk Beer. When the position of supervisor was introduced in the 1960s, Fred was promoted to Bulk Beer Supervisor, and held the position until his retirement in 1983.

During the Second World War he served with the RAF 27 Squadron ground staff in India, Burma and Indochina.

He married Rachael (Ray) in 1946 and they had two sons Barry and Melvin. Fred enjoyed family holidays especially in Wales and Devon and his hobbies included walking the pet dogs and gardening. Ray died in 2004.

Fred’s son Melvin spoke at the funeral and expressed thanks to his father who devoted the last five years of his life to helping Melvin.

Fred leaves sons Melvin and Barry, daughter-in-law Linda, 5 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren.

Colin Joe Bristow 1940- 2009

Colin, known to everyone as Joe, started work aged 16 in the Hull Brewery Bottling Department where approximately 250 people worked. When he was 21 he moved to the loading dock and eventually started driving the delivery lorries. When articulated lorries were introduced he became a driver’s mate and spent the rest of his enjoyable working life in that capacity. He retired at 55 due to ill heath but after recovering he was persuaded to infill when needed, which he did until finally retiring at age 67.

Colin passed away on 18 th January 2009, aged 69 years surrounded by his wife and family. Joe leaves his wife Sylvia, children Kevin, David, Craig, Colleen and Jeanette, in laws, grandchildren and a great-granddaughter.

Joe enjoyed his fishing with friends and on numerous occasions visited Ireland to fish. On one trip his two friends were fishing up river and were having amazing luck catching fish. Not to be outdone, Joe removed the meat from his sandwiches and threw the bread further into the water. This attracted the ducks to where the two anglers were, causing the fish to flee to his area where he hooked sufficient fish to feed the nation.

ART EXHIBITION
Every one welcome.

Glenys Bradshaw will be holding an exhibition of her paintings at the monthly Pensioners meeting on 6 th May at the Debdale Park Sports Club, Mansfield Woodhouse from 10.30 am to 1.00 pm.

My Brewery Days - Norman Proctor

I had worked for Charles Wells brewery down in Bedford for about 4 years when I applied for a job with Mansfield Brewery as Area manager for the East coast.

My first interview was with Bill McMaster (regional Manager for that area) and a lass from the personnel department. Having crawled through that one, and because Bill and the personnel lass probably felt sorry for me, I was called back for a second interview the same week.

This interview was very different, not only was I to meet Dennis Foster, Head of Free Trade, but I was required to give a full presentation to both Bill and Dennis (with flip charts) on the subject of why I should be selected for the position of Area manager .. or in reality, when I look back and think about it, the interview was probably more focused on why I considered myself a salesman in the first place!!

I well remember that second interview, as will Bill I’m sure. Dennis seemed somewhat less convinced about my suitability for the job as I was unfamiliar with both the customers and the area.

However, history records that I was selected and what followed was without doubt, the best and most pleasurable working experience of my entire life. Most of you will remember Dennis Foster (Dennis passed away suddenly one Boxing Day and I personally felt a great sadness as to me he was Mr Mansfield). He was a larger than life man and he knew the brewery business inside out. He also knew about Skegness and he always described the town as “not a town so much as a big village”. Very often he would see me arrive in the free trade office and come and enquire about how I felt things were shaping up for the next summer season and asking if there was anything I needed to enhance sales in Skegness.

During my time at the Brewery I was fortunate to work closely with a number of other departments, all seemed to contain people who would literally go out of their way to help with good humour and a smile... generally anyway!

There were of course stressful times. One year, for instance, it was a particularly late Easter and most of the cellar equipment in Skegness had either been shut down during the winter months or was running on limited usage. Come Easter it was all system go in all the outlets. The sudden surge proved too much for the beer cooling equipment in customers’ cellars which simply could not cope and packed up completely. Neither the Cellar Services Department engineers nor I saw much of the Easter break that year! We were all too busy flying around trying to get customers back up and running. The CSD lads were running around begging, stealing and borrowing anything that would work whilst I was out and about trying to calm my worried customers.

Mansfield Brewery had, courtesy of Terry Wiseman, built up an impressive portfolio of excellent artistes, from single acts (both male and female) to a full blown three hour road show. Because my sales area, being the coast, was very entertainment oriented, I received the bulk of the entertainment budget and therefore had, what I came to consider “my` artistes” appearing at various venues almost every week during the summer season.

It was not actually in my job description to attend the venues at night when the artistes were performing, I didn’t have to do it, but this was the part of the job that I loved most of all and every time I had a artiste appearing, I went, no matter how many times a week. It was my honour to be up stage introducing “my” quality acts. These included the likes of Dean Andrews, Damian, and of course the Mansfield Road Show which comprised of Roy and Sonia O’Brien (Melody lane) Robin Good and Barry Cheese to name but a few.

It would be very remiss of me at this stage not to mention someone who was always at my side during those times and who did so much unpaid work to help further the cause of the MBC profile in the area; there are many of you reading this who will immediately know to whom I refer. Many of you met her at the various functions as she was then my partner. Her name was Chrissie and she had, without actually ever realising it, the most amazing natural charm and charisma. It seemed that everyone who ever met her for just five minutes literally fell in love with her, male and female alike, but she could not see that. As far as she was concerned she was just an ordinary South Yorkshire lass but she touched everyone she ever met. She was actually very shy but hid it well and after a while even appeared with me on the judging panels etc.

Artistes and customers alike used to say Norm and always Chrissie. They all expected her to be with me on those nights and she always was.

All except one night however, the only one she ever missed. She had been suffering a heavy bout of flu and really wasn’t in any fit state to go. It was one of the nights I was to introduce the Road Show. I said that because she was ill I wouldn’t go but she was adamant that I shouldn’t let 'our' artiste down, so I went. The first words that Sonia of Melody Lane said to me on my arrival was (and I remember her exact words) 'Where’s Chrissie…what have you done with her?' Such was the impact that she had on people. Those of you who did meet her will know exactly what I mean and, thinking about it, Chrissie was, by a long way a far better ambassador for the Brewery than I was.

When the Wolverhampton and Dudley takeover took place in 2000 I took the opportunity to leave to spend more time with my beloved Chrissie, who had some time earlier been diagnosed with ovarian cancer, and after the trauma of surgery was undergoing chemo treatment. That was the best decision of my life because she `fell asleep` for the last time in 2002 but at least I gave myself the opportunity to spend more time with her than would have been possible had I continued working with WD.

At this point could I say a very big thank you to all my ex-colleagues who travelled many miles to Chrissie’s funeral (and there were many of you) to honour her memory and pay her the kind of respect that she never once in her life thought she deserved, but clearly did.

For obvious reasons I didn’t get the chance on the day to thank you all so may I do just that through this medium. It is doubtful that any of `our` artistes will read this but thanks to them also because they travelled and arrived in force too.

THE PRESENT DAY

I have since retired and I have found the old adage - that when you retire you find so much to do you wonder how you ever found time to go to work in the first place – to be quite true.

I now put a few words together as a freelance writer and write for a number of journals, magazines and various newspapers (national ones sometimes) and even on occasions get paid which supplements the pension. Anything from articles, reports, biographies and short stories. I use any one of fifteen different pseudonyms so it is possible that some of you might have read something I put pen to and not realised it.

When time allows, I also carry out some voluntary work with Natureland here in Skegness. It is essentially a seal rescue centre and sanctuary which saves, takes in and nurses back to full health those seals unfortunate enough to be washed up on the east coast beaches. Unfortunately, this is quite a common occurrence and so the staff are kept busy all year round. It doesn’t just house seals though. There is much more to see including butterflies, birdhouses, penguins and reptiles. It also includes crocodiles and is well worth a trip for anyone visiting Skegness.

Finally my thanks to everyone who I worked with at Mansfield Brewery because, in truth it was those people who made it so special and enjoyable for me.

Norman Proctor News at Ten Skegness

Still in the Trade

	Gareth Price Gareth started with Mansfield Brewery in 1993. When the company was taken over he accepted the position of Area Sales Manager with Wolverhampton and Dudley Breweries (Marstons)
	Old Baily Appears Again The last brew from Mansfield of Old Baily was sent into trade in 2000. The ale was very popular at the 1990 beers festivals and had a strong fan base. Recently Marstons brewed old Baily to the original recipe exclusively for a Wetherspoons beer festival. Look out at these events you may come across it.

A VERY PERSONAL MISSION
By Mick Powell

The signpost informed me that the village of Wintzenbach was only 3 kilometres down the road. After many years of hesitation I was finally nearing the end of my mission - a mission that since being a young boy, I had wanted to undertake and now I was so very close to achieving my dream. In order to relate my story, I must first of all travel back through the years to the dark days of the Second World War.

Date 19 th October 1944 Time: 17:56 hrs

A Lancaster III took off from its base in Gravely, Cambridgeshire, England. Its destination was Stuttgart, Germany. Its crew consisted of eight RAF airmen:

• Robert Brown - Flying Officer - Pilot, age 23.
• Frank David T Philips - Flight Sergeant - Air Bomber, age 37
• Reginald Francis Jack Bright - Flight Sergeant - Air Bomber, age 22
• Adam A Linton - Flying Officer - Wireless Operator and Air Gunner, age 33
• Dennis Thomson - Warrant Officer - Air Bomber, age 24
• Colin Johnson - Sergeant - Flight Engineer, (Co-pilot), age 19
• Edmund Joseph Kiely - Flight Sergeant - Air Gunner, age 22
• John Antony Creemer Clark - Pilot Officer - Navigator, age 23

Their mission was to mark the target area for the armada of Lancaster bombers that were to follow. Only the most experienced crews were used for this task (path finding) and this particular crew were very experienced indeed. I believe it is true to say that this would have been the last mission of their second tour of operations. 

All went well until the aircraft was just a few miles from Stuttgart when, at some time between 2100 hrs and 2200 hrs, the aircraft was intercepted and attacked by a German night fighter. This encounter was fatal for the Lancaster, which jettisoned its cargo of incendiary markers, probably to try to gain altitude. The Lancaster was over the French village of Wintzenbach at this time, a small village on the French/German border. Some of the incendiary markers fell onto the village causing considerable damage, setting fire to a farm and several barns.

However, the official report does not mention any casualties to the villagers. According to the report, the aircraft crashed to the north west of Wintzenbach, killing the entire crew. The eight airmen are buried in the Protestant Church cemetery in Wintzenbach. However, some time after the war, Sergeant Colin Johnson’s parents visited the grave and the mayor of the village assured them that all the crew had managed to bale out but the aircraft was far too low for the parachutes to open properly.

Date 2nd July 2008 Time 0700 hrs

An Embraer 145 twin engine jet aircraft took off from Birmingham airport, England. Its destination was Stuttgart, Germany. However, unlike the Lancaster, this aircraft carried only passengers, including my wife and myself. Sixty four years after the Lancaster had been shot down my own mission had begun.

Our son Glen had collected us from our home at 04:00 and had driven us down to Birmingham airport. After a very smooth flight we landed safely at Stuttgart airport. There we collected a hire car. I have never driven a vehicle on the right hand side of the road in my life and had hoped to get a little practise within the airport. This was not possible and so I had no option but to drive straight out of the airport and into the city traffic ‘cold turkey’. By the time I arrived in Strasbourg I had shed ten gallons of sweat and aged twenty years.

Strasbourg is indeed a very beautiful city. My wife is disabled but we explored the city as thoroughly as we could and we were delighted with its sights, sounds and charm. Strasbourg is a photographer’s paradise and I have never visited a more splendid place.

On the Sunday morning, we set off for Wintzenbach to search for the graves of my cousin, Sergeant Colin Johnson, and his comrades. At this point of my account I should mention that my son had done a lot of research concerning the village. Wintzenbach is a very tiny village in France and is situated very close to the German border. At the very beginning of his search, he came quite by chance across an e-mail dated 03.03.2001 from a Mr Gene Small, who was also seeking information regarding the village of Wintzenbach. In more hope than expectation, he sent an e-mail to Mr Small and to his surprise he received a reply the very next day. Gene informed us that many ancestors of his wife, Rae, whose maiden name was Schmittheisler, had lived in the village. Many of Rae’s ancestors had at some time been Mayors of Wintzenbach. In the following weeks, Gene sent many e-mails to us with information regarding the village. He also sent photographs. In one e-mail Gene described the location of a house where Rae’s great, great, great grandfather had lived and asked me if during my visit I would take photographs of the present day residents, Mr and Mrs Schmitthausler.

To my surprise the journey from Strasbourg to Wintzenbach seemed quite a short one and in no time at all I was parking the car outside the Catholic Church. Wintzenbach is indeed a most charming village. The Catholic Church and the Protestant Church, both beautiful buildings, are the dominating features. The streets and roads are spotless and all the houses are in excellent condition with very pretty and well kept gardens. When I got out of the car there wasn’t a soul to be seen anywhere and I had the impression that in such a fairytale village as this, the inhabitants would not venture out of doors until midday. However, just before 11:00 people did begin to show and several were entering the Catholic Church for the 11:00 service. My wife and I attended the service and were very surprised that the service was not a Mass. We found out later that this particular Sunday was a ‘once a year day’ in Wintzenbach when both Churches come together for services and that it was the Protestant minister who had preached at the Catholic Church.

Afterwards, the parishioners of both churches world come together for a shared meal and any funds that were raised would also be shared equally.  I personally felt that this was a splendid practice.

After the service we left the church and made a visit to the French World War I memorial that is situated just below the Catholic Church. This memorial is a very impressive sculpture and the message it radiates is so powerful and so moving that I felt I must write a few words describing it.

The sculpture depicts three figures: a mother and her two sons. Each son had fought on opposing sides in the war and both had been killed. Both sons are seated on the ground and both inclined their heads upwards in order to look upon their mother’s face. The mother sits higher than her sons, cradles both with her arms, and gazes down on them in sadness. To me the sculpture depicted a trinity of love, despair and hopelessness. Such a moving monument deserves a much better writer than I to describe it. As a gesture of respect, we placed a poppy wreath and a small crucifix of remembrance at the base of the sculpture.

It was now time to find the graves of my cousin and his comrades. By this time I had asked several of the villagers if they spoke English, but none did. However, as we ascended the many steps leading up to the Protestant Church, a lady came out of a hall on our right - I don’t know if this was the Church hall or the Civic hall - and, more in desperation than hope,I asked her if she could speak English. To my great relief she answered that she could and after this chance encounter, our day became much easier. She told us that her name was Annemarie, that she was Swiss, married to a German and that she and her husband had lived in Wintzenbach for nineteen years. We explained the nature of our visit to her and she told us that after we had visited the graves we must come and share a meal with the villagers. We found the graves at the rear of the Church. It was a strange feeling for me after sixty four years to be standing so close to my cousin’s remains. I had waved him off from his last leave sixty four years previously and was never to see him again.

We placed two poppy wreaths on the graves and also placed a small crucifix of remembrance on every one of the headstones of the crew members. On the wreaths were printed the words that we speak at all services for British and Commonwealth War Dead:

"They shall grow not old, as we who are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."

My cousin's headstone was the only headstone that did not show the age on it. I was told later that this was because there was doubt that a 19 year old could be the Flight Engineer (Co Pilot) with 60 missions experience. As a result of the doubt, his age was omitted from his headstone. Colin was a volunteer and, when he reported to his first RAF camp, he was promptly sent home again because he wasn't old enough.

We left the graves and returned to the Church Hall where Annemarie had reserved seats for us and served us a splendid meal. After the meal she introduced us to the Mayor. I presented the Mayor with a small gift from my home town of Mansfield. I asked Annemarie if Mr Schmitthausler was among the gathering of villagers. In no time at all Annemarie was introducing him to me and we were immediately in conversation with Annemarie interpreting for us. He described the incident of the Lancaster coming down and assured me that all the crew had managed to bale out, but due to the low altitude of the aircraft, the parachutes had not opened. The eight airmen were found in a straight line with only a few metres separating them. To know that the airmen had died in this way and not by being captured and executed was a great relief to me. One must remember the horrific situation and events all over Europe at this time. It was also a relief to be assured by Mr Schmitthausler that none of the villagers of Wintzenbach were injured in any way when the crew of the aeroplane jettisoned the bombs. There was damage to barns and a farmhouse but there were no human casualties.

I was able to explain to Mr Schmitthausler that I wanted a photograph of him and his family and he was only too willing to oblige me. He also told me that 2 or 3 years ago, some Americans had called at his house and sought permission to photograph the interior. Although he wasn't at home at the time, his wife had agreed to this request.

The time had come to leave. We said our goodbyes to Annemarie and drove to Mr Schmitthausler's home. He was waiting outside with his family. I took the photographs and bade them all goodbye.

As we drove out of the village, my thoughts were of many things. I thought of the village, of the churches, of graveyards, of eight airmen's graves, of Annemarie, of Mr Schmitthausler and his family and of the villagers. I was content with the fact that my cousin Colin was at rest alongside his comrades; young men who had climbed into that Lancaster time and time and time again, knowing full well that with every mission they undertook, the odds for their survival were getting longer and longer; young men who had faced great and constant danger together and who at the end had given their lives. Perhaps their courage came from the respect and trust they must have had for one another and also in the strength of their comradeship. If this is true, then they should never be separated. Warfare is not the glorious ‘Gung Ho’ adventure that Hollywood films have portrayed it to be, nor is it the ‘jolly good game of cricket’ suggested by many British films.

I detest warfare and all the evil it causes but I do admire and respect human endeavour, courage and sacrifice and, being an ex-service man myself, I salute them all. I left Wintzenbach with the feeling of certainty that my own personal mission had been achieved.

We landed safely at Birmingham airport where our daughter Eleanor and her husband Dave were waiting for us and an hour later were home.

Acknowledgments; I was helped a great deal with my trip and I must express my thanks to the people who helped. Thank you to my son Glen for doing so much research and also for a great deal of work making bookings with hotels and airlines, etc.

To my daughter Eleanor for her research and for doing a great amount of typing, and also for occasionally correcting my bad spelling and punctuation.

To Gene and Rae Small for their invaluable help with information concerning Wintzenbach and for the great interest they showed in our mission.

To Annemarie, whose great help and friendliness we could not have managed without.

To Mr and Mrs Schmitthausler for information and their kind co-operation.

And finally to the Mayor and villagers of Wintzenbach for their wonderful hospitality.

	Wanted David Lowe would like to obtain a Mansfield Brewery die cast Riding lorry similar to the Brewery lorry pictured. The models were manufacture by LLEDO PLC for the brewery. Please contact David on telephone 01623 643701
	Mandora Drinks In the next issue of the New Marksman, a story of Mandora will be told. If you have any stories, photographs, or anything associated with the company please send them in.

A Little Bit of Gardening Observations

Perennials are the ones that grow like weeds,

Biennials are the ones that die this year instead of next,

And hardy annuals are the ones that never come up at all

Notice Board.

Mansfield Brewery Golfing Society

Duncan Henderson is willing to arrange a nostalgic golf match.
Anyone interested please contact Duncan on 01623 467617 / 07932 258118

Mansfield Brewery Walking Group

Walks - Second Sunday every month.
For information contact Barbara Brown 01623 481488

Pensioners Group

For information on the Association
contact Secretary George Powell 01623 624478

To book your places on any of the outings
Telephone Denis Tasker 01623 623590

Six monthly re-union

Kevin Hall is organising the re-union at the Margarita’s Italian restaurant
in Mansfield Woodhouse on Friday 16th October 2009.
Contact Kevin on 07739 989626

If you have any photos, information, stories or tales about
W.G.Boalers and Son, Bellamys (Drinks) Ltd, Hull Brewery, R L Jones, Mansfield Brewery, Mandora Soft Drinks, T.W.Beach, Frampton Village Cider Company.

Please send to
Ian F P Boucher
34 Haddon Road
Mansfield
Notts
NG19 7BS
Telephone 01623 644798

All photographs etc will be returned if requested.

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