Alan Reynolds

Alan Reynolds was born on Briton Street, Mexborough in 1927. When he left school at 14 he started work in short trousers. With his first wage his mother bought him a pair of long trousers. He worked at Manvers Colliery from 1941 to 1970, New Stubbin Colliery from 1970 to 1978,Cortonwood Colliery in 1979 and Elsecar Main in 1980. Finally Cadeby Colliery from 1980 to 1984 when he retired.

He is now in his Eighties. Below is a picture of him when he was a deputy at Cadeby. Alan is on the extreme right.

Do you know Denaby Main ?

The Pub was nearly empty

Just two lads having a drink

One beckoned me over

He wanted to talk I think

One of the lads – his name was Tom

He hadn’t a clue where I was from

Asked if I’d heard of Denaby Main

His parents came from there he said

But never went back again

Yes, I could tell many a thing

About Denaby Pit, when in full swing

When hundreds went down that hole

And all three shifts were turning coal

Locos shunting night and day

Constant noise, come what may

Winding engines run on steam

And pit head baths were just a dream

I could have told of grief and pain

Of men that died at Denaby Main

Of broken bones, and broken health

While coal mine owners count the wealth

At that time, we knew no other

You had a job just like your brother

Terrace houses have all gone

New dwellings now for everyone

All the pits have gone since Thatcher came

How the locals hate that name

Yes I can tell him about Denaby Main

All the losses, all the gain

Cleaner air but jobs are few

No longer seams of coal to hew

Time marches on,no matter what

You may not like it, not a jot

Yes every Street and every lane

I can tell him of Denaby Main

I know it well.

Under our feet

Our standards have fallen

Regarding our town

More and more people

Just drop litter down

Chip shop wrappings or an empty can

All left behind for the Council man

Never have the streets looked such a mess

And plenty of people couldn’t care less

We should all be ashamed of the state of the street

And deplore all the trash under our feet

So just spread the word to all that you know

Then keeping things tidy will surely grow

Each taking his rubbish home or a nearby bin

Thus leaving the streets as clean as a pin

Be proud of our place it’s worth all the hassle

There’s not many places with a beautiful castle

Black magic

Oh them Friday nights

When me dad came through the door

With a parcel of black pudding

A feast for the poor

I had mine in a sandwich

Me Ma´am liked it fried

But some were for Saturday

So was put on one side

Yes them Friday teas

I remember with joy

The best of the week

When I was a boy

But now I am older

And the young ones go out

To dine off thick steaks

Or scampi no doubt

They will never have known

The pleasure we found

In my Dad’s black pudding

At a tanner a pound

The Past was bliss

Shining brass and jet black lead

Hot coal ovens and home baked bread

Hissing gas lamp on the wall

Knocker up early call

Rag pegges rug upon the floor

Iron sneck upon the door

Suet dumplings apple pies

bonfire night with home-made guys

Whip and top Shuttlecocks

Whitsun sings and knitted socks

Your first pair of shiny boots

Felt as though you’ve grown some roots

Long time past those days of old

Friendly folks with hearts of gold

Now I sit and reminisce

Thinking all the past was bliss

When really then the time was rough

Of food you didn’t get enough

Money scarce new clothes rare

Sometimes your feet were almost there

But good fond memories still abound

When all once friends were still around

Gain admission

The caretaker stood at the gates of Heaven

He looked both weary and old

He timidly asked St Peter

For admission to the fold

What right have you the great Saint cried

To gain admission here

I´ve worked at Northcliffe School he replied

The gates were opened wide

And Saint Peter tolled the Bell

Come in my son you’re welcome here

You´ve had your share of hell

Growing Up

We only have them for a short time

They grow up much too fast

Childhood goes very quickly

It wasn’t meant to last

Enjoy your children why you may

Nurture them with care

Much too soon the’ve flown the nest

One day they are just not there

Someone else has reaped the benefit

Of all your loving care

That is when you miss them

When they’re no longer there

So back to when they are growing up

Sometimes you’re tired and worn

But your greatest days you´ve had so far

Is the days when they were born

Remember every hour is golden

You´ll realise it too late

All children are a blessing

With them your life is great

Just try

Try to be silent

When words would hurt

Try to be patient

When someone is curt

Try to feign deafness

When scandal flows

Try to be thoughtful

To others woes

Try to be prompt

When duty calls

Try to have courage

When misfortune falls

lLfe would be sweeter

If we´d only try

To remember these words

And try to comply

Modern problem

How many times a day we meet kids with an attitude

How many times a day do you hear kids being very rude

Is this a modern problem

Or lack of parental control

Is it someone in isolation playing out a role

Someone who needs an audience

To make it all worthwhile

Who leads the other children on

With bravado lies and Guile

Whatever the cause may be

You’ll find it everywhere

Walk down any road or street and you will meet it there

When punishment went out the window

And do-gooders won the day

Attitude went down the pan and there was a price to pay

There’s no need for drastic measures

But discipline must return

It’s the only way some ports will ever ever learn

Respect for other people at school at home at play

Will lead to better adults on some future day

My time at school

On the desk I had at school

Countless pupils played the full

Carving things with pen nibs

About their friends about their life

Johnny loves little Mary

Susan’s brother is a fairly

Words of wisdom friendly jibes

Names of well-known Indian tribes

Lift the lid and have a peep

See the books all in a heap

Half a pencil a broken nib

A Christmas drawing of the crib

Today the desks are smart and new

The motto´s on them very few

Teachers now aren´t half as strict

Pupils never get their backsides kicked

But in spite of grotty guests and things

My time at school flew by on wings

The cane you got you never forgot

You soon knew when and when to not

Those halcyon days

Once I was a teenager

Just listen what I say

I could climb a tree or run a mile

Or dance the night away

I like girls the girls liked me

We had a whale of a time

Not like youngsters off today

Whol maybe turn to crime

Now I’m all and when I stoop

A sock or shoe to find

What else can I do whilst I’m down here

Flashes through my mind

Yes old age has some perks

A free bus passes is just but one

Prescription charges no longer apply

They are thankfully gone

But Oh to be young again

And be never be short of zip

Those were my halcyon days

Before I lost my grip

It isn´t nice or funny

Getting older by the day

So enjoy each and every minute

Before old age old sway

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