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Anybody work at Express Dairy on Broadfield Road in the 60's ?


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glad you remember. unfortunately i have no idea how to send email or phone details. the above post was my first on any forum.

your correct about my mum she was from county clare & we emigrated over there for a while. i still go back every year to see the family. sorry to hear about your mum & dad mine died 1989 & 1990.

never knew you had a sister jane i assume she's younger?

also apologise to other users, if we can figure out how to contact useing other means we can leave them in peace!

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I worked at Broadfield Road Dairy in 1965/6, I was 19, it was difficult to get a job there if you were single as the work was 6 days a week and 12 hour days minimum, married men were more reliable than single 19 year olds. From time to time I would knock from work but you ran the risk of the foreman coming to your house and making you go to work this happened to me more than once, the foreman who was known for this was a Scotsman who`s name I can`t remember but his nickname was Mac. I worked in all three fridges stacking crates either 5 or 6 high depending what the lorry would take, the forktruck driver at the time was a great character called Oscar, he was German and he decided to stay here after the war as his homeland of East Prussia hand been annexed by the Russians, I met him in the 70`s in the Upperthorpe Hotel when I lived in the area. Other names I recall, Reg Green, Alec Sparrowvic (the strongest man I have ever met) I think he was from Yugoslavia. The Express Dairy at that time employed a great many Eastern Europeans, it was like the league of nations. I was very happy well paid but it was bloody hard work.

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I worked at Broadfield Road Dairy in 1965/6, I was 19, it was difficult to get a job there if you were single as the work was 6 days a week and 12 hour days minimum, married men were more reliable than single 19 year olds. From time to time I would knock from work but you ran the risk of the foreman coming to your house and making you go to work this happened to me more than once, the foreman who was known for this was a Scotsman who`s name I can`t remember but his nickname was Mac. I worked in all three fridges stacking crates either 5 or 6 high depending what the lorry would take, the forktruck driver at the time was a great character called Oscar, he was German and he decided to stay here after the war as his homeland of East Prussia hand been annexed by the Russians, I met him in the 70`s in the Upperthorpe Hotel when I lived in the area. Other names I recall, Reg Green, Alec Sparrowvic (the strongest man I have ever met) I think he was from Yugoslavia. The Express Dairy at that time employed a great many Eastern Europeans, it was like the league of nations. I was very happy well paid but it was bloody hard work.

 

Was it Reg Green or Joe Green?

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Was it Reg Green or Joe Green?

 

Yes, it was Reg Green, (I think) he had a stiff finger on one of his hands caused by a cut from a milk bottle. He used to work as a night loader, but when I knew him he worked in the creamery making single/double cream, he would have been in his fifties in 1966. Another name I remember Eddie, who was a checker on the front dock. Eddie was Polish, I remember he used to sing all the time, one of his favourites was a Roy Orbison song "Pretty Woman" happy days.:)

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Worked for Express a long time.Remember Chatsworth being built about 1947.

the cow went to Wythenshawe Manchester when bottling finished. Charlie was named after BOBO the clown,he worked with Farmer Harry from Totley.Polish Eddie said in the war he had 3 uniforms Polish,German and Russian.He wore whoever happened to be winning.I ran the fishing club along with Garry Watts

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I wonder if any of the posters on this thread was my milkman. I had a flat on Carterknowle Rd, and when I was decorating I mentioned to my milkman that I was dreading having to paint the very high ceiling.

This fantastic man volunteered to do it for me. He didn't want anything in return, and made a marvellous job of it.

 

Absolutely one of life's gentlemen. Thank you, I still remember your incredible generosity.

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