Thirty-Five
years ago when I came to Brierley
It
seemed like the 'Mayfair' of the Grimethorpe monopoly board
No
pit No wood No Ladywood
and No Boys Band
It
was the reputed Mecca of all learning
The
Fountain of all knowledge
The
rustic face of LOSH THORPE blazed out from the roaring fire of the pub
'Tap Hole'. The
academic acolytes could be heard debating and solving the problems not
only of Brierley, but of the whole world in their Panelled House of
Commons
within
the environs of the pub snug, or Jug and Bottle to us mere mortals. The
pub was a place of ever revealing secrets of gypsy deals done, of Rabbits
Hares horses and cauliflowers sold
and
the effervescent fire glowed on
the Sunday afternoon flower show
that
flocked all the gardeners of the area to it
Dahlias
like great Egyptian Suns,
Gladioli that Sceptred Orbs could not shame and
the
Chrysanthemums that bore the burden of secret growing recipe to produce
their majestic blooms. All
orchestrated and controlled by the wonders of
Arthur Moss and Albert Hancock a
life of their very own.
We
all remember the face of "Mossy" peering through our winter
bedroom windows
shaming
us to delve deeper under the bed covers because his frosted face had
caught us still in bed
Oh
what a wondrous time.Yet
for thirty-five years it's been a home to this community of mine.
All
the wonderful memories
of
wonderful people,
of
Chapel anniversaries when Ella ruled. Of
village bonfires when the village had its say. Of village fun Days and a Paul Reaney, that Demi God of the famous United
embraced our hallowed ground
A
Godly community that still enjoys the same characters today who are
symbolic of our heroes of yesteryear
TONY
MICK KEV RICHARD and DICK to name but a few
To
my neighbours friends relatives and to Brierley
MANY
THANKS FOR HAVING ME
BUT
BEWARE
Gazza's
about and his camera will paint the portraits of today for YOUR tomorrow
ALEX VODDEN May
1 1999
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