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	Mr Hecter would sign first and leave Mr Jack the cheque book to sign at his leisure; each cheque had to be duel signed. Mr Jack would like a tipple of drink, which had a strong aroma, when concentrating on their finances; I was standing while Mr Jack was seated, each cheque signed, turning the pages, he would look over his spectacles and say “don`t you like drink” `boy`, “no sir” I replied! “Oh you think you will go out of here pissed then”, Mr. Hector being very diplomatic just smiled.		Mr Hecter would sign first and leave Mr Jack the cheque book to sign at his leisure; each cheque had to be duel signed. Mr Jack would like a tipple of drink, which had a strong aroma, when concentrating on their finances; I was standing while Mr Jack was seated, each cheque signed, turning the pages, he would look over his spectacles and say “don`t you like drink” `boy`, “no sir” I replied! “Oh you think you will go out of here pissed then”, Mr. Hector being very diplomatic just smiled.
	===Sport of Kings.===		===Sport of Kings.===
	Being the now established office `boy` on site, I would be given a small brown envelope sealed, to give to Freddie or Charlie only, and then asked on my return “did you find him”! OK! This was getting a regular thing, trekking along a dusty track, being a little naive, I asked no questions. The main rendezvous was the Recero Dept. Where mysterious meetings at the back of a large wooden panelled partition stretching the whole length of the building, with enough space to house several people, it was dark as there were no lighting, however natural light was available through the dusty windows on the riverside, which could be raised slightly from the bottom and slide upwards, anyone from the riverside could not see in, because these windows were never cleaned, as camouflage to the going ons! A secret betting syndicate was in progress; newspapers were spread across the window cills and the people in question were studying, form, distance, meeting, jockey’s and prices, all putting their theories to the test. In those days the Betting Business was illegal, Police would turn a blind eye, unless some do-gooder would complain, then it was a “nod and a wink”. The bookie would employ runners, who worked in large factories or the work places, runners would carry a small Hessian sample bag, containing coins and betting slips with bogus names. It was obvious there was a lot of money in the racing game, but only one winner in a race, some would say a “mugs game”. The runner would wait for his dinner break, then leap on his bicycle and pedal like mad to the betting office before the off! Or using the early shift operator, who would leave off at 2pm to place the bets. A radio was available but hidden in a secluded space away from prying eyes, but word soon got round when a big race meeting was being broadcast.		Being the now established office `boy` on site, I would be given a small brown envelope sealed, to give to Freddie or Charlie only, and then asked on my return “did you find him”! OK! This was getting a regular thing, trekking along a dusty track, being a little naive, I asked no questions. The main rendezvous was the Recero Dept.[[File:DMA.ReceroAd..jpg\|200px\|thumb\|right\|Advertisement for Recero Flaked Maize, this product was used for animal feed.]] Where mysterious meetings at the back of a large wooden panelled partition stretching the whole length of the building, with enough space to house several people, it was dark as there were no lighting, however natural light was available through the dusty windows on the riverside, which could be raised slightly from the bottom and slide upwards, anyone from the riverside could not see in, because these windows were never cleaned, as camouflage to the going ons! A secret betting syndicate was in progress; newspapers were spread across the window cills and the people in question were studying, form, distance, meeting, jockey’s and prices, all putting their theories to the test. In those days the Betting Business was illegal, Police would turn a blind eye, unless some do-gooder would complain, then it was a “nod and a wink”. The bookie would employ runners, who worked in large factories or the work places, runners would carry a small Hessian sample bag, containing coins and betting slips with bogus names. It was obvious there was a lot of money in the racing game, but only one winner in a race, some would say a “mugs game”. The runner would wait for his dinner break, then leap on his bicycle and pedal like mad to the betting office before the off! Or using the early shift operator, who would leave off at 2pm to place the bets. A radio was available but hidden in a secluded space away from prying eyes, but word soon got round when a big race meeting was being broadcast.

	I was to young and innocent to be bothered with losing hard earned wages, but I must make a confession, the office staff with some of the mill gamblers decided to run a sweepstake at a shilling a ticket. I drew “Never Say Die” ridden by a young 18-year-old jockey, his name Lester Piggott, and it was his first Derby.		I was to young and innocent to be bothered with losing hard earned wages, but I must make a confession, the office staff with some of the mill gamblers decided to run a sweepstake at a shilling a ticket. I drew “Never Say Die” ridden by a young 18-year-old jockey, his name Lester Piggott, and it was his first Derby.
	One of the senior staff in the office said “that’s an omen you should bet a shilling each way, if it comes in a place you will still make money, I was gradually being slowly drawn into this reckless speculation wrote out my ticket and handed it to the bookies runner. Thinking that’s the end of my couple of bob (Two shillings). To my amazement the horse came in at 33-1, I was in the money with the sweepstake and my independent bets, I felt like a millionaire. Word spread like wildfire, the `boy` had won, and I received various comments, some not very complimentary, from bad losers. Mr Jack Read, one of the owners, said, “I hear you’re in the money! I’ll give you some advice no one makes money gambling, then he told me he owned a horse Pegasus II”, ridden by Gordon Richards, Champion Jockey, it came last! On his desk he had a memento of a horses hoof (which held his collection of pins), he said, “If you carry it no dog will attack you”, I did not know if he was pulling my leg. Was it poor old Pegasus`s last race?		One of the senior staff in the office said “that’s an omen you should bet a shilling each way, if it comes in a place you will still make money, I was gradually being slowly drawn into this reckless speculation wrote out my ticket and handed it to the bookies runner. Thinking that’s the end of my couple of bob (Two shillings). To my amazement the horse came in at 33-1, I was in the money with the sweepstake and my independent bets, I felt like a millionaire. Word spread like wildfire, the `boy` had won, and I received various comments, some not very complimentary, from bad losers. Mr Jack Read, one of the owners, said, “I hear you’re in the money! I’ll give you some advice no one makes money gambling, then he told me he owned a horse Pegasus II”, ridden by Gordon Richards, Champion Jockey, it came last! On his desk he had a memento of a horses hoof (which held his collection of pins), he said, “If you carry it no dog will attack you”, I did not know if he was pulling my leg. Was it poor old Pegasus`s last race?

	===Works Outings.===		===Works Outings.===
	The mill and office outings special, something to look forward to throughout the year, places of interest for the potential trip in the future would be discussed, between a small committee, a list of places of interest placed on the notice board. The employees could then put their name against their preferred choice. Each Friday payday, the collectors would come round and visit each person and collect their subscription. Private coach trips were the in thing during the 1950`s and 60`s, there were not many private automobiles on the roads; it was very rare that an employee owned their own car. Bosses and the Outing’s committee would agree on a Saturday to run the day trip.		The mill and office outings special, something to look forward to throughout the year, places of interest for the potential trip in the future would be discussed, between a small committee, a list of places of interest placed on the notice board. The employees could then put their name against their preferred choice. Each Friday payday, the collectors would come round and visit each person and collect their subscription. Private coach trips were the in thing during the 1950`s and 60`s, there were not many private automobiles on the roads; it was very rare that an employee owned their own car. Bosses and the Outing’s committee would agree on a Saturday to run the day trip.

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	[[File:DMA.ShowStand.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|right\|The R J Read stand at the Norfolk Showground, showing the link with J Lee Barber in Gorleston.]]		[[File:DMA.ShowStand.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|right\|The R J Read stand at the Norfolk Showground, showing the link with J Lee Barber in Gorleston.]]
	Advertising is the means by which we make known what we have to sell, for us to survive in this business. As a small business, Reads only occasionally placed adverts in the local newspapers or trade magazines, to try to persuade or convince the reader into becoming a customer for our products, Reads “APEX” best quality local flour one can buy, being just one of them. However money was provided to advertise and give a high profile to the “RECERO” Flaked Maize product. The building, which housed the plant, had on one of the external walls, the word “RECERO” printed in large letters, and it was very eye catching for everyone within the vicinity of Carrow Bridge and the surrounding area. Enamel alloy tin plate plaques advertising the company’s product, were placed outside in strategic positions on the walls of buildings, high above the reach of a normal person unless you used a step ladder. These were also placed in Villages aimed at the Agricultural community.		Advertising is the means by which we make known what we have to sell, for us to survive in this business. As a small business, Reads only occasionally placed adverts in the local newspapers or trade magazines, to try to persuade or convince the reader into becoming a customer for our products, Reads “APEX” best quality local flour one can buy, being just one of them. However money was provided to advertise and give a high profile to the “RECERO” Flaked Maize product. The building, which housed the plant, had on one of the external walls, the word “RECERO” printed in large letters, and it was very eye catching for everyone within the vicinity of Carrow Bridge and the surrounding area. Enamel alloy tin plate plaques advertising the company’s product, were placed outside in strategic positions on the walls of buildings, high above the reach of a normal person unless you used a step ladder. These were also placed in Villages aimed at the Agricultural community.
	Reads also had a stand at the Royal Norfolk Showground, to promote their products for the flour market and the farming Counties. A large white model of a windmill stood high above all the other trade stands; it certainly caught the eye of the visitors to the showground. As office boy I was always invited to work in the tent, mainly to fetch tap water from the water supply pipes, which were sited all over the showground, I had to wait my turn to fill the buckets, great was the demand from other trade stands. On returning the water to the tent, some of the employee’s wives would make tea and sandwiches for the visitors, farmers and customers, our salesman or travellers would welcome their clients with open arms and smiling faces, with the order book strategically close to hand while having a friendly chat, tactics used by all good salesman. The same large windmill was also used for the Lord Mayor`s parade through the streets of Norwich, a low loaded lorry decorated in its distinctive yellow and coloured design, which local people could easily recognise.		Reads also had a stand at the Royal Norfolk Showground, to promote their products for the flour market and the farming Counties. A large white model of a windmill stood high above all the other trade stands; it certainly caught the eye of the visitors to the showground. As office boy I was always invited to work in the tent, mainly to fetch tap water from the water supply pipes, which were sited all over the showground, I had to wait my turn to fill the buckets, great was the demand from other trade stands. On returning the water to the tent, some of the employee’s wives would make tea and sandwiches for the visitors, farmers and customers, our salesman or travellers would welcome their clients with open arms and smiling faces, with the order book strategically close to hand while having a friendly chat, tactics used by all good salesman. [[File:DMA.MayorsProc.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|left\|Reads float in the Coronation? Lord Mayors procession.]]The same large windmill was also used for the Lord Mayor`s parade through the streets of Norwich, a low loaded lorry decorated in its distinctive yellow and coloured design, which local people could easily recognise.
	Another comical incident I remember, Colmans large blue and white striped van with their logo, advertising their household flour, the van was parked ready for unloading and I was talking to the driver, who I knew, even if we were rivals. When two ladies walked pass, looking at the van’s logo on the side of the vehicle, one said to the other “Oh that reminds me, I must buy some Reads Self Raising Flour when I get to the Grocery shop”. One of the mystics of advertising I guess.		Another comical incident I remember, Colmans large blue and white striped van with their logo, advertising their household flour, the van was parked ready for unloading and I was talking to the driver, who I knew, even if we were rivals. When two ladies walked pass, looking at the van’s logo on the side of the vehicle, one said to the other “Oh that reminds me, I must buy some Reads Self Raising Flour when I get to the Grocery shop”. One of the mystics of advertising I guess.
	R. J. Reads Flour Mill stationery was very professional, envelopes and letter headings, cosmetically eye catching and colourful for whoever received correspondence from the company, however when the merger with Woodrows in 1965 the letter headings and displays tended to be a bit amateurish compared with the previous design. The merger between these long-established local flourmills were to be coordinated under the one company, Norfolk Millers Ltd. This brought under the provender, activities of a trio of family businesses,		R. J. Reads Flour Mill stationery was very professional, envelopes and letter headings, cosmetically eye catching and colourful for whoever received correspondence from the company, however when the merger with Woodrows in 1965 the letter headings and displays tended to be a bit amateurish compared with the previous design. The merger between these long-established local flourmills were to be coordinated under the one company, Norfolk Millers Ltd. This brought under the provender, activities of a trio of family businesses,

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	*1926: To unload the Grain, meant it had to be handled twice, whether from Coasters or Wherries the cost was great, large ships could not manoeuvre through the small bridges in the City of Norwich. The remodelling of the Mill continued with the installation of Simon Rolls and Plantsifters.		*1926: To unload the Grain, meant it had to be handled twice, whether from Coasters or Wherries the cost was great, large ships could not manoeuvre through the small bridges in the City of Norwich. The remodelling of the Mill continued with the installation of Simon Rolls and Plantsifters.
	*1928: Future business. View site to accommodate all aspects, Milling, Transport, River, Road and Rail required.		*1928: Future business. View site to accommodate all aspects, Milling, Transport, River, Road and Rail required.
	*1930: New site was purchased, the old Albion Yarn Mill Estate, King Street, and the cost £5750.00. However milling continued at the old Westwick site during this year. Sliced bread appears in Britain.		1930: New site was purchased, the old Albion Yarn Mill Estate, King Street, and the cost £5750.00. However milling continued at the old Westwick site during this year. Sliced bread appears in Britain.[[File: DMA.RJReadMill.WestwickSt.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|right\|City Mills in Westwick Street which backed onto the River Wensum, the mill was destroyed during the Blitz in WW2]]1932: Business moved to King Street, to take advantage of sea going Coasters sailing up the river, unlike Westwick Street with all the bridges. A new Flaked Maize Mill was installed named “RECERO”.
	*1932: Business moved to King Street, to take advantage of sea going Coasters sailing up the river, unlike Westwick Street with all the bridges. A new Flaked Maize Mill was installed named “RECERO”.
	*1933: New No.1 Silo (1000 ton capacity), built of concrete, received its first cargo.		*1933: New No.1 Silo (1000 ton capacity), built of concrete, received its first cargo.
	*1934: Albion Seed Stores fitted out with wooden Silo Bins (No.2) road area.		*1934: Albion Seed Stores fitted out with wooden Silo Bins (No.2) road area.
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	*1943: Houses No.s 196-239 and 240-243 purchased from John Morris Bakery.		*1943: Houses No.s 196-239 and 240-243 purchased from John Morris Bakery.
	*1945: World War II over. R. J. Read & Hovis Ltd. Jointly took over R. H. Clarke, Great Yarmouth.		*1945: World War II over. R. J. Read & Hovis Ltd. Jointly took over R. H. Clarke, Great Yarmouth.
	*1958: Last Steam-driven ship “Moorlands” arrived at Reads with a cargo.		*1958: Last Steam-driven ship “Moorlands” arrived at Reads with a cargo.[[File:DMA.Coaster.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|right\|The coaster Moorland, the last coal-fired vessel delivering wheat to R J Read’s]]
	*1959: Modifications to the Recero Flaked Maize Plant.		*1959: Modifications to the Recero Flaked Maize Plant.
	*1961: Director L. Hector Read awarded the OBE for services to the Milling Industry.		*1961: Director L. Hector Read awarded the OBE for services to the Milling Industry.

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Screensman.

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	Well one night my regular routine was interrupted for whatever reason and there was my mentor sitting in a chair, with eyes closed and his mouth open, he then sensed there was something wrong, opened his eyes and said “ well! “what are you having a nap” said I, “no” he replied, “it happens to be my meditation period and don`t disrupt me again when you see me in this position” I never did. Expect he found another spot where he would not be disturbed doing his meditation! Another lesson learned “don’t do as I do, do what I tell you to do” seeds of wisdom.		Well one night my regular routine was interrupted for whatever reason and there was my mentor sitting in a chair, with eyes closed and his mouth open, he then sensed there was something wrong, opened his eyes and said “ well! “what are you having a nap” said I, “no” he replied, “it happens to be my meditation period and don`t disrupt me again when you see me in this position” I never did. Expect he found another spot where he would not be disturbed doing his meditation! Another lesson learned “don’t do as I do, do what I tell you to do” seeds of wisdom.
	It was inevitable that having to work long hours (12 Hours.) is going to affect my ability to concentrate on my studies, somehow being in the Screensroom helped, as I could organise my own time and breaks. Working on night shift was not everyone’s cup of tea; there were advantages and disadvantages. Being multi skilled one never knew what to expect on arriving at the mill, but one area we would all dread! To be told at short notice that you were working on the large Silo unloading the cargo from the ship, which had not been finished by the day working team? We were aware of the high Demurrage charges incurred if you went past the allotted time for discharge, thus the mill team and Screensroom would be shut down and the late shift would continue to operate the Silo plant until it had emptied and cleaned the hull of the remaining cargo, all to avoid these on costs.		It was inevitable that having to work long hours (12 Hours.) is going to affect my ability to concentrate on my studies, somehow being in the Screensroom helped, as I could organise my own time and breaks. Working on night shift was not everyone’s cup of tea; there were advantages and disadvantages. Being multi skilled one never knew what to expect on arriving at the mill, but one area we would all dread! To be told at short notice that you were working on the large Silo unloading the cargo from the ship, which had not been finished by the day working team? We were aware of the high Demurrage charges incurred if you went past the allotted time for discharge, thus the mill team and Screensroom would be shut down and the late shift would continue to operate the Silo plant until it had emptied and cleaned the hull of the remaining cargo, all to avoid these on costs.
	Being the tallest building on site, before reaching the main gate one would visually see the top floor lights shining brightly from the Silo, against the darkness of the sky, this would dampen our spirits before we had even started. The weather could also be unkind, especially when it was raining, with the dust adhering to our clothing, faces and arms, also penetrating onto our bodies, we had no showering facilities, only a hand basin with which to clean ourselves. We all looked very dusty millers every time we had finished unloading a cargo. The crewmembers duties were to move the ship into position near the Silo discharge elevator, which fed the grains to the top of the Silo and into the required storage bin, they were never enthusiastic about this, as it spoiled their nightlife and entertainment. [[File: DMA.R.J.Read Riverside 1979.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|right\|View of the mill from the Riverside Road in 1979.]]Moving the ship and manoeuvring into position was not difficult, the ropes from the Port and Starboard areas of the vessel, were linked to our quayside bollards, by pulling and loosening the ropes, the vessel would move, once in position the ropes would be made secure. The ship is now tied up, ready for the next move; commence work in the hull to unload the cargo. Consignments from the Continent were regular visitors to the City Flour Mills in Norwich, the crews would seek out the person in charge and try to do a deal, you move the boat, we will supply the luxuries, normally a bottle of Pink Gin or Whisky and a carton of cigarettes, being Teetotal and a non smoker, others were only to pleased to accept their proposal, I would always be outvoted. Some of the ships crew, it seemed, had their wives on board, when they docked in Norwich, but my observations were soon disillusioned when I had to record the name of the vessel on the production sheet. The same female “visitors” were going onto different vessels that had arrived from various countries of origin! Also entering the mills main gate with the crew members and then returning to the ship, expect a few of the local ladies found a sideline to improve their standard of living, becoming popular with the seafaring crews. Another humorous event, which springs to mind, during the late shift unloading cargo at the Silo, the European crews were always on the lookout to		Being the tallest building on site, before reaching the main gate one would visually see the top floor lights shining brightly from the Silo, against the darkness of the sky, this would dampen our spirits before we had even started. The weather could also be unkind, especially when it was raining, with the dust adhering to our clothing, faces and arms, also penetrating onto our bodies, we had no showering facilities, only a hand basin with which to clean ourselves. We all looked very dusty millers every time we had finished unloading a cargo. The crewmembers duties were to move the ship into position near the Silo discharge elevator, which fed the grains to the top of the Silo and into the required storage bin, they were never enthusiastic about this, as it spoiled their nightlife and entertainment. [[File: DMA.R.J.Read Riverside 1979.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|right\|View of the mill from the Riverside Road in 1979.]]Moving the ship and manoeuvring into position was not difficult, the ropes from the Port and Starboard areas of the vessel, were linked to our quayside bollards, by pulling and loosening the ropes, the vessel would move, once in position the ropes would be made secure. The ship is now tied up, ready for the next move; commence work in the hull to unload the cargo. Consignments from the Continent were regular visitors to the City Flour Mills in Norwich, the crews would seek out the person in charge and try to do a deal, you move the boat, we will supply the luxuries, normally a bottle of Pink Gin or Whisky and a carton of cigarettes, being Teetotal and a non smoker, others were only to pleased to accept their proposal, I would always be outvoted. Some of the ships crew, it seemed, had their wives on board, when they docked in Norwich, but my observations were soon disillusioned when I had to record the name of the vessel on the production sheet. The same female “visitors” were going onto different vessels that had arrived from various countries of origin! Also entering the mills main gate with the crew members and then returning to the ship, expect a few of the local ladies found a sideline to improve their standard of living, becoming popular with the seafaring crews. Another humorous event, which springs to mind, during the late shift unloading cargo at the Silo, the European crews were always on the lookout to sell contraband goods. Cigarettes and Spirits, they always said it was only the odd bottle or carton, for their own consumption of course! “We don`t have any English currency to visit the Ferry Public House down the road.” They had to be careful as the Custom Officer could arrive at any time, he usually came by train to Norwich from Great Yarmouth, and his duty was to inspect the ships cargo for illegal contraband. If such goods were discovered, a notice was placed on the ships mast, for all to see, a fine was imposed and it had to be paid before the vessel was allowed to leave the Port. All the employees on the site knew the rules as notices were displayed, anyone dealing with contraband would be dismissed instantly, and this was a deterrent to everybody. However one of the seamen wanted to sell an “Instant Camera”, which took a picture and developed the film in a few minutes, everyone he had shown it to was amazed, a dual purpose camera, he demonstrated how easy it was to use. Nobody had seen anything like it, as it was not on sale in the UK market. All had curious eyes, but realistically nobody could afford to purchase.
	sell contraband goods. Cigarettes and Spirits, they always said it was only the odd bottle or carton, for their own consumption of course! “We don`t have any English currency to visit the Ferry Public House down the road.” They had to be careful as the Custom Officer could arrive at any time, he usually came by train to Norwich from Great Yarmouth, and his duty was to inspect the ships cargo for illegal contraband. If such goods were discovered, a notice was placed on the ships mast, for all to see, a fine was imposed and it had to be paid before the vessel was allowed to leave the Port. All the employees on the site knew the rules as notices were displayed, anyone dealing with contraband would be dismissed instantly, and this was a deterrent to everybody. However one of the seamen wanted to sell an “Instant Camera”, which took a picture and developed the film in a few minutes, everyone he had shown it to was amazed, a dual purpose camera, he demonstrated how easy it was to use. Nobody had seen anything like it, as it was not on sale in the UK market. All had curious eyes, but realistically nobody could afford to purchase.
	That evening the crew went out and on return accompanied by the local talent from the pub, they asked us to move the ship and handed over a gift with the Captain’s compliments. During the night flashes could be seen rebounding off our quayside building, they came from the portholes of the ship, early in the morning the local talent in their miniskirts were placed back on land, as the ship had to catch the early tide back to Great Yarmouth and the North Sea. With only a few minutes to spare before departure, time did not deter the camera salesman; he could not sell his camera but wanted to sell his handiwork displaying the escapades of the party night, we all looked open-mouth and eyes at the pictures, we had seen nothing like them before. All I can say, it must have been an all-losers strip poker night and everyone being very friendly towards each other! I don`t know if this determined salesman received a sale for his provocative close-up photographs, but as the ship sailed away, we discovered that the regular talent, were “no ladies” on board that night. Sailors, what do people say, “a lady in every Port”? Never a dull moment, whilst we continued grafting away during the night, unloading yet another shipment, covered in dust and grime from head to toe. When the early shift arrived looking all spick and span, ready to start that day’s work, they and we discovered pinned to the Company Notice Board a pornographic photograph, was this, the handiwork of the “Phantom instant cameraman”? Yes, it was! Our seafaring friends on their arrival frequently asked the question, directions please to the “Red Light District” (did you know we had one)! Mill workers usually pointed to the Ferry PH just down the road, the Scarlet Women of the night were now plying their trade during the daylight hours as well. These were not all-local talent, many were arriving from other parts of the country, and company policy was to keep them out! Only let them on site when escorted by the crew. As Carrow Bridge opens, letting shipping through towards their berth position on the quayside, many “lady” spectators were looking for their seaman friends or trying to get their attention, by waving frantically. The police realised the ongoing problems and would pop in during the evening, but were somewhat reluctant to do anything, if the ladies were behaving themselves on the streets, their answer was, we have no problems and to take a hard line would make them all disappear into the unknown, at least we know where they all congregate, it is also handy to know if trouble breaks out, where to find the culprit.		That evening the crew went out and on return accompanied by the local talent from the pub, they asked us to move the ship and handed over a gift with the Captain’s compliments. During the night flashes could be seen rebounding off our quayside building, they came from the portholes of the ship, early in the morning the local talent in their miniskirts were placed back on land, as the ship had to catch the early tide back to Great Yarmouth and the North Sea. With only a few minutes to spare before departure, time did not deter the camera salesman; he could not sell his camera but wanted to sell his handiwork displaying the escapades of the party night, we all looked open-mouth and eyes at the pictures, we had seen nothing like them before. All I can say, it must have been an all-losers strip poker night and everyone being very friendly towards each other! I don`t know if this determined salesman received a sale for his provocative close-up photographs, but as the ship sailed away, we discovered that the regular talent, were “no ladies” on board that night. Sailors, what do people say, “a lady in every Port”? Never a dull moment, whilst we continued grafting away during the night, unloading yet another shipment, covered in dust and grime from head to toe. When the early shift arrived looking all spick and span, ready to start that day’s work, they and we discovered pinned to the Company Notice Board a pornographic photograph, was this, the handiwork of the “Phantom instant cameraman”? Yes, it was! Our seafaring friends on their arrival frequently asked the question, directions please to the “Red Light District” (did you know we had one)! Mill workers usually pointed to the Ferry PH just down the road, the Scarlet Women of the night were now plying their trade during the daylight hours as well. These were not all-local talent, many were arriving from other parts of the country, and company policy was to keep them out! Only let them on site when escorted by the crew. As Carrow Bridge opens, letting shipping through towards their berth position on the quayside, many “lady” spectators were looking for their seaman friends or trying to get their attention, by waving frantically. The police realised the ongoing problems and would pop in during the evening, but were somewhat reluctant to do anything, if the ladies were behaving themselves on the streets, their answer was, we have no problems and to take a hard line would make them all disappear into the unknown, at least we know where they all congregate, it is also handy to know if trouble breaks out, where to find the culprit.
	Being too accommodating to the police did not help one of our miller’s, he would always be there making them a cup of tea, being helpful and polite at all times, he had helped out at the mill doing some overtime. He was cycling down King Street on his way home, when the same policeman (who recently had the cup of tea) stopped him “no rear light on the bike”, he explained that he worked at the mill, don`t you recognise me! Sorry I’ve got my job to do regardless; our colleague was fined ten shillings. Thereafter every time a policeman went into the mess room, everybody (all three shifts) walked out, wonder if they got the message?		Being too accommodating to the police did not help one of our miller’s, he would always be there making them a cup of tea, being helpful and polite at all times, he had helped out at the mill doing some overtime. He was cycling down King Street on his way home, when the same policeman (who recently had the cup of tea) stopped him “no rear light on the bike”, he explained that he worked at the mill, don`t you recognise me! Sorry I’ve got my job to do regardless; our colleague was fined ten shillings. Thereafter every time a policeman went into the mess room, everybody (all three shifts) walked out, wonder if they got the message?

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	The mill at Colmans was now spending millions to update their plant, during the day shift we would congregate at the Newsagents, to get our daily paper, Colman`s always sent someone to collect their papers. We kept up to date with the news coming over the bridge; Colmans had several mills, Flour, Semolina, Barley, Oil Mill and Mustard, at the time the biggest Milling Organisation. Wages were the same as ours (London rates), but there was more opportunity to progress to the position of Manager in one of their sections. Then in the local newspaper they were advertising for a qualified Miller for their Screensroom with Rollermilling skills, I was now in my early thirties, this would be a new challenge in a World Wide Company, my wife said “go for it! What can you loose”? My uncle was employed at Colman`s as a Electrician and my grandfather worked there until he was “Killed in the 1st World War”, I asked my uncle what was the company like. He replied “well I’ve been there 40 years so I’m satisfied, go for it you will be a manager in a couple of years, they are all getting on and don`t want the responsibility to move on”. I arranged an interview, shown round all of the mills except the Mustard mill, which was out of bounds to visitors, due to secrecy, I was impressed. What do I do, how do I tell my boss and mates, it was not easy.		The mill at Colmans was now spending millions to update their plant, during the day shift we would congregate at the Newsagents, to get our daily paper, Colman`s always sent someone to collect their papers. We kept up to date with the news coming over the bridge; Colmans had several mills, Flour, Semolina, Barley, Oil Mill and Mustard, at the time the biggest Milling Organisation. Wages were the same as ours (London rates), but there was more opportunity to progress to the position of Manager in one of their sections. Then in the local newspaper they were advertising for a qualified Miller for their Screensroom with Rollermilling skills, I was now in my early thirties, this would be a new challenge in a World Wide Company, my wife said “go for it! What can you loose”? My uncle was employed at Colman`s as a Electrician and my grandfather worked there until he was “Killed in the 1st World War”, I asked my uncle what was the company like. He replied “well I’ve been there 40 years so I’m satisfied, go for it you will be a manager in a couple of years, they are all getting on and don`t want the responsibility to move on”. I arranged an interview, shown round all of the mills except the Mustard mill, which was out of bounds to visitors, due to secrecy, I was impressed. What do I do, how do I tell my boss and mates, it was not easy.
	Mr. Bryan Read, my boss said, “go for it, if it does not work out you can come back, we will give you a month after you leave, there’s always a job with your expertise. I was on my way to Colman`s, will I survive, I was in a win win situation, couldn’t lose, during my meeting with BCR, I was under the impression he knew more than he was saying, about his links with Colman`s and the Milling Industry, being on the various bodies and attending various meetings, some as Chairman. I always found him a gentleman, courteous and an ability to listen to all points of view, always getting down to the nitty gritty of humdrum jobs, however I don`t think you can change his mind once it was made up. He was the Governor.		[[File:DMA.BrianRead.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|left\|Bryan Read of the Read Family outside the mill in King Street.]] Mr. Bryan Read, my boss said, “go for it, if it does not work out you can come back, we will give you a month after you leave, there’s always a job with your expertise. I was on my way to Colman`s, will I survive, I was in a win win situation, couldn’t lose, during my meeting with BCR, I was under the impression he knew more than he was saying, about his links with Colman`s and the Milling Industry, being on the various bodies and attending various meetings, some as Chairman. I always found him a gentleman, courteous and an ability to listen to all points of view, always getting down to the nitty gritty of humdrum jobs, however I don`t think you can change his mind once it was made up. He was the Governor.

	==Flour sales business.==		==Flour sales business.==

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	The Wheat Buyers returning from the Corn Hall on Saturdays, sometimes found it hard to get into the office, asked, “Are all these farmers”? We did not want to offend our growers and say “No, sorry you can't park here!		The Wheat Buyers returning from the Corn Hall on Saturdays, sometimes found it hard to get into the office, asked, “Are all these farmers”? We did not want to offend our growers and say “No, sorry you can't park here!
	The era of the sixties was coming to an end, much had been achieved worldwide, space travel, colour television, portable pocket calculators and computers, which it is said will change everything in the future, as for trade on site it had slowed down, the number of ships bringing cargoes of wheat had greatly been reduced for whatever reason. Many of the small village bakeries were disappearing into large Bakery Companies, which could supply more and more customers throughout the UK. customers.		The era of the sixties was coming to an end, much had been achieved worldwide, space travel, colour television, portable pocket calculators and computers, which it is said will change everything in the future, as for trade on site it had slowed down, the number of ships bringing cargoes of wheat had greatly been reduced for whatever reason. Many of the small village bakeries were disappearing into large Bakery Companies, which could supply more and more customers throughout the UK. customers.
	Our mill was still running three shifts, but we were redeployed on other duties if the Self Raising plant packing household flour is busy, then that is where we will be working, we seemed to be all fingers and thumbs, we would never be able to match the skills of our dexterous female employees! Milling Industries were now concentrating on bulk and even supplied bulk storage bins to their customers.		Our mill was still running three shifts, but we were redeployed on other duties if the Self Raising plant packing household flour is busy, then that is where we will be working, we seemed to be all fingers and thumbs, we would never be able to match the skills of our dexterous female employees.[[File: DMA.BulkFlourLorry.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|left\|The final style of bulk delivery lorries, virtually a tanker.]]! Milling Industries were now concentrating on bulk and even supplied bulk storage bins to their customers.
	Our mill was still running three shifts, but we were redeployed on other duties if the Self Raising plant packing household flour is busy, then that is where we will be working, we seemed to be all fingers and thumbs, we would never be able to match the skills of our dexterous female employees!		Our mill was still running three shifts, but we were redeployed on other duties if the Self Raising plant packing household flour is busy, then that is where we will be working, we seemed to be all fingers and thumbs, we would never be able to match the skills of our dexterous female employees!
	[[File: DMAGirlsInPackingDept..jpg\|200px\|thumb\|right\|Girls in the packing dept.in Read's Flour Mill.]]We also developed “another string to our bow” painting walls and ceilings, which were way overdue, as contractors were unable to do this renovation in the past, due to the mills heavy workload. To the credit of the bosses nobody was made redundant, even the hundreds of small window panes were cleaned with newspapers (wet) that had been collected and saved.		[[File: DMAGirlsInPackingDept..jpg\|200px\|thumb\|right\|Girls in the packing dept.in Read's Flour Mill.]]We also developed “another string to our bow” painting walls and ceilings, which were way overdue, as contractors were unable to do this renovation in the past, due to the mills heavy workload. To the credit of the bosses nobody was made redundant, even the hundreds of small window panes were cleaned with newspapers (wet) that had been collected and saved.

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	Another comical incident I remember, Colmans large blue and white striped van with their logo, advertising their household flour, the van was parked ready for unloading and I was talking to the driver, who I knew, even if we were rivals. When two ladies walked pass, looking at the van’s logo on the side of the vehicle, one said to the other “Oh that reminds me, I must buy some Reads Self Raising Flour when I get to the Grocery shop”. One of the mystics of advertising I guess.		Another comical incident I remember, Colmans large blue and white striped van with their logo, advertising their household flour, the van was parked ready for unloading and I was talking to the driver, who I knew, even if we were rivals. When two ladies walked pass, looking at the van’s logo on the side of the vehicle, one said to the other “Oh that reminds me, I must buy some Reads Self Raising Flour when I get to the Grocery shop”. One of the mystics of advertising I guess.
	R. J. Reads Flour Mill stationery was very professional, envelopes and letter headings, cosmetically eye catching and colourful for whoever received correspondence from the company, however when the merger with Woodrows in 1965 the letter headings and displays tended to be a bit amateurish compared with the previous design. The merger between these long-established local flourmills were to be coordinated under the one company, Norfolk Millers Ltd. This brought under the provender, activities of a trio of family businesses,		R. J. Reads Flour Mill stationery was very professional, envelopes and letter headings, cosmetically eye catching and colourful for whoever received correspondence from the company, however when the merger with Woodrows in 1965 the letter headings and displays tended to be a bit amateurish compared with the previous design. The merger between these long-established local flourmills were to be coordinated under the one company, Norfolk Millers Ltd. This brought under the provender, activities of a trio of family businesses,
	<gallery widths=200px>		G. E. Woodrow & Son (Tower Roller Mills) both in Norwich and Stalham Flour Mills. One of the problems of the milling industry was the tendency of fewer but larger customers, this way keeping the best traditions of these three businesses, backed by resources. Apart from flour milling, Read`s had a considerable trade in the importing of grain and Woodrows had extensive connections with the farming community throughout Norfolk.
	~~[[File~~: DMA.ReadMills1960s.jpg\|1960s view of R J Reads Mill in King Street. Photo from Plunkett Collection]]		<gallery widths=200px>
	~~[[File~~: DMA.PeafieldMill.1956GP.jpg\|Peafield Mill, Elanor Road, Norwich. One of the 3 mills making up the Norfolk Millers Ltd, group of companies.]]		Image:DMA.ReadMills1960s.jpg\|1960s view of R J Reads Mill in King Street. Photo from Plunkett Collection.
	~~[[File~~:DMAStalhamMill.jpg\|Stalham Mill one of the 3 mills making up the group of Norfolk Millers Ltd.]]		Image:DMA.PeafieldMill.1956GP.jpg\|Peafield Mill, Elanor Road, Norwich. One of the 3 mills making up the Norfolk Millers Ltd, group of companies.
			Image:DMAStalhamMill.jpg\|Stalham Mill one of the 3 mills making up the group of Norfolk Millers Ltd.
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	G. E. Woodrow & Son (Tower Roller Mills) both in Norwich and Stalham Flour Mills. One of the problems of the milling industry was the tendency of fewer but larger customers, this way keeping the best traditions of these three businesses, backed by resources. Apart from flour milling, Read`s had a considerable trade in the importing of grain and Woodrows had extensive connections with the farming community throughout Norfolk.
	The grapevine was working overtime, rumours were circulating, workers were under no illusions about the difficulties that lay ahead, everyone whether Reads or Woodrows would be under the spotlight, today all small firms have been absorbed into much larger companies, how long will we survive in the future? Geographically we were in the best position for survival, near the Power Station, River, Railway and Roads available. Who will our “governor” be? BCR is a chip off the old block, he must be favourite, consultation with the hierarchy was always remote and maybe rightly so, they wanted to keep a “happy ship” image, as long as we all got on with our jobs conscientiously, we had nothing to fear. I believe there was the image of “us and them”, but there was always loyalty towards the customer and quality. Overtime was always welcomed, when required to cover absenteeism, but the job came before anything else. BCR would cycle in and first thing in the morning he patrolled around all the Manufacturing Units, he would say very little, but his beady eyes missed nothing. Knowing the ritual the teams would always be on their toes, trying to cover up the previous shifts problems if they did not have time to clean up efficiently before leaving off. However it would not belong the Mill Manager would be on the warpath, we got a few choice words in our ears, “locking horns”, if necessary, but this did not happen very often, the poor old manager was always told it must have been the “other shift” by the Rollerman on duty, he could never win!		The grapevine was working overtime, rumours were circulating, workers were under no illusions about the difficulties that lay ahead, everyone whether Reads or Woodrows would be under the spotlight, today all small firms have been absorbed into much larger companies, how long will we survive in the future? Geographically we were in the best position for survival, near the Power Station, River, Railway and Roads available. Who will our “governor” be? BCR is a chip off the old block, he must be favourite, consultation with the hierarchy was always remote and maybe rightly so, they wanted to keep a “happy ship” image, as long as we all got on with our jobs conscientiously, we had nothing to fear. I believe there was the image of “us and them”, but there was always loyalty towards the customer and quality. Overtime was always welcomed, when required to cover absenteeism, but the job came before anything else. BCR would cycle in and first thing in the morning he patrolled around all the Manufacturing Units, he would say very little, but his beady eyes missed nothing. Knowing the ritual the teams would always be on their toes, trying to cover up the previous shifts problems if they did not have time to clean up efficiently before leaving off. However it would not belong the Mill Manager would be on the warpath, we got a few choice words in our ears, “locking horns”, if necessary, but this did not happen very often, the poor old manager was always told it must have been the “other shift” by the Rollerman on duty, he could never win!
	The Mill Manager was always on hand during the day, but I expect he had to keep things close to his chest and not leak any confidential information to the workforce. It does not matter how good the miller is, if the market isn’t there everyone knows the struggle it could be for the flour milling business.		The Mill Manager was always on hand during the day, but I expect he had to keep things close to his chest and not leak any confidential information to the workforce. It does not matter how good the miller is, if the market isn’t there everyone knows the struggle it could be for the flour milling business.

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	==R. J. READ: COMPANY HISTORY.==		==R. J. READ: COMPANY HISTORY.==
			*1801: A company was formed in Norwich (February 17th) for the erection of a Public Mill, to be worked by steam, for supplying Flour to the Bakers and the Public. A capital of £12,500.00 was raised in Transferable Shares of £25.00, the Mill was erected upon a site near Blackfriars Bridge, Norwich. Norfolk.
			*1830: The original Flour Mill building was a former Wool Mill in King Street.
			*1833: Norwich and Lowestoft reopened the river to the Port Of Norwich for sea going vessels.
			*1851: Robert John Read. Born 5th November at Wrentham.
			*1875: After working in several Flour Mills learning the trade, Robert John Read started business in a windmill, known as Ingate Mill, which unfortunately was destroyed by fire. The business then moved to Westwick Street, Norwich.
			*1884: Robert John Read Junior. Born at Beccles. He worked alongside, his Father.
			*1889: Business increased at this time, Roller Milling replaced Stone Grinding.
			*1895: Disaster and Despair! The great gale in March caused major damage to the mill and large chimney blown down.
			*1896: Mill completely destroyed by fire.
			*1900: Undaunted by their misfortunes the owners purchase St. Swithins Mill (Westwick) Norwich, from John Lee Barber, who wanted to continue in Oil Crushing Trade elsewhere.
			*1906: Firm expanded rapidly and Self-Raising Flour an important part of the business.
			*1910: Picturesque Horstead Mill. Purchased by R. J. Reads Ltd.
			*1912 Flood, Westwick Street: The Great Flood and the gales caused serious damage to the Norwich Mill, parts of the new Model Bakery, which had been erected to supply bread to the Army, were washed into the river and the Mill & Boiler House was under 9ft of floodwater. Robert John Read appointed Sheriff of Norwich.
			*1914: Milling continued throughout the 1st World War. The crankshaft broke, completely wrecking the Steam Engine; it was replaced by electrical installations.
			*1920: Robert John Read, died 3rd October, a truly Victorian Businessman. Business was good and expanding.
			*1921: The Firm became a Limited Liability Company, the founder’s two sons, Robert John (Jack) Read Junior and Lewes Hector Read became the first Directors. They started building for the future.
			*1922: Seagoing Coasters carrying Grain from the Continental Ports was becoming big business.
			*1923: Carrow Road lifting bridge was opened, also the Corporation Quay was established on Riverside Road, allowing ships to travel as far as Foundry Bridge. Increased river traffic became available especially when the Power Station opened in 1926. Wheat and Cleaning Plant remodelled (Simon Conditioner and Bins installed).
			*1926: To unload the Grain, meant it had to be handled twice, whether from Coasters or Wherries the cost was great, large ships could not manoeuvre through the small bridges in the City of Norwich. The remodelling of the Mill continued with the installation of Simon Rolls and Plantsifters.
			*1928: Future business. View site to accommodate all aspects, Milling, Transport, River, Road and Rail required.
			*1930: New site was purchased, the old Albion Yarn Mill Estate, King Street, and the cost £5750.00. However milling continued at the old Westwick site during this year. Sliced bread appears in Britain.
			*1932: Business moved to King Street, to take advantage of sea going Coasters sailing up the river, unlike Westwick Street with all the bridges. A new Flaked Maize Mill was installed named “RECERO”.
			*1933: New No.1 Silo (1000 ton capacity), built of concrete, received its first cargo.
			*1934: Albion Seed Stores fitted out with wooden Silo Bins (No.2) road area.
			*1935: No.2 Silo made with interlaced wooden bins, mainly for English Wheat direct from East Anglian Farmers.
			*1936: Provender Mill built for cattle feed. In October the factory was completely transferred from St.Swithins, Norwich. New 10 sack Flour Mill, Contractor Henry Simons, main building, work started in September.
			*1939:The Country was at War with Germany, but the Mill was in full operation, Flour Mill, Provender Mill and Recero Flaking Maize Plant. The firm of R. J. Reads successfully carried on through two World Wars.
			*1940: First bombs on the 9th July fell within 100 yards of Mill. Temporary stoppage as Air Raid Warnings on the go, these stoppages was mandatory and all production ceased. Crash warnings came from the Bracondale lookout tower. Mills running seven days a week. Machine Gun fire from Reads Flour Mill Silo, it was said, and soldiers were always walking about, and with the gun covered up any enemy plane would have been miles away before the gun could be uncovered!
			*1941: St. Pauls Cathedral, London, gives a Thanksgiving Service for the Milling Industry.
			*1942: War damage Old Mill at St. Swithins (Westwick Street), destroyed by heavy explosives and incendiary bombs.
			*1943: Houses No.s 196-239 and 240-243 purchased from John Morris Bakery.
			*1945: World War II over. R. J. Read & Hovis Ltd. Jointly took over R. H. Clarke, Great Yarmouth.
			*1958: Last Steam-driven ship “Moorlands” arrived at Reads with a cargo.
			*1959: Modifications to the Recero Flaked Maize Plant.
			*1961: Director L. Hector Read awarded the OBE for services to the Milling Industry.
			*1963: Horstead Mill destroyed by fire. (January).
			*1964: Corn Hall (1861-1964), Exchange Street, demolished (Now Jarrolds). Bryan Read son of Lewes Hector Read appointed Managing Director, Reads joins forces with two other Norfolk family businesses, C. E. Woodrow & Sons and Stalham Flour Millers, a new company formed called Norfolk Millers.
			*1965: R. J. Read. Ltd. became R. J. Read Holdings – Read Woodrow.

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	===STAFF REMEMBERED. 1952 – 1969.===		===STAFF REMEMBERED. 1952 – 1969.===
			*Directors. - Hector Read, Jack Read, Bryan Read, Stanley Sheldon and Tony Carter.
			*Senior Office Staff, Administration: Robert Lunn, Lilian Andrews, Maudie Ward, Walter Starr,Gordon Bartram, Ernie Dunn, Ken English, Len Venis, Lawrence Smith, Dennis Hunt.
			*Travellers: Ernie Barnby, Walter Winter, Audrey Wasey, Muriel Wasey, Jean Moon.
			*Office: Muriel Yaxley, Margaret Johnson, Vivian Lee, Don Cooke, George Saunders.
			*Foreman, Silo & Provender: Len Todd, Tom Bradbery, Bob Vines, Geoffrey Wiggett, Lennie Howlett,
			Freddie Clarke, Arthur Aberaham, Reggie Wilman, Jack Turner, Cecil Pepperill.
			*Milling: Wilfred Farrow, George Lincoln, Jack Fields, Freddie Fields, Geoffrey Rose, Arthur Johnson, Ronnie Durham, Alfred Bunn, Albert Mason, Arthur Larwood, Nobby Clarke, Jack Burt.
			*Transport Section:Jack Robinson, Bert Spelman, Hugh Nelson, Jimmy Wright, Harry Housego,
			Geoffrey Coan, Arthur Allard, Norman Green, Eddie Huchen, Harry Rose, Maurice Warton.
			*Maintenance Dept: Bob Bushell, Ted Betts, Vic Ulph, John King, Jack Hill, Lou Reynolds,
			Dick Kurk.
			*Recero Plant: Peter Reeve, Jimmy Dunn, Colin Richards, Bob Dockerill.
			*Mill Managers: Ken Lewis, Paul Scarnell, Bobby Blair, Geoffrey Dunderdale.
			*Laboratory: Jennifer Freestone, Pat Feddleman, John Redfern.
			*Flour Mill Teams: Sid Durham, Walter Lambert, Jack Burton, Joe Dearden, Billy Corder, Len Hales, KEITH FOWLER, Don Bullen, Bob Thomas, Sam Thomas, Freddie Clements, Brian Duce, Walter Moore, Ray Thurston, Maurice Love, Peter Nichols, Dennis Rushmer, Harry Eastel.
			*Screenroom: Lou Cropley, Les Skipper, Lionel Mynett.
			*SRF: Miss H. Betts, Mrs. Pye, Ruby Pye, Grace Gillings, Winnie Cubitt, Vera Page, Christine Betts, Doris Richards, Joyce Buxton, Daisy Wilson, Alma ……., Gloria …….., Jack Hatch.

			==R. J. READ: COMPANY HISTORY.==

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