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The
Spice
of Life
All anyone needs to know about Yorkshire can
be found on sweet wrappers.
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When you're an eight year old and
you need positive proof of the might of Yorkshire and the pride
of being a tyke you need look no further than the wrappers of
your favourite confectionery. By this tried and tested formula,
every kid knows that our wonderful county is completely self-sufficient
in the one area that really matters. Sweets.
Because you soon become aware that the finest spice on earth
is made right here in Yorkshire. Anyone with a sweet tooth knows
this all too well. The list of course is endless. You can waste
weeks worth of pocket money and you won't get close to trying
all of them.
There's Liquorice Allsorts, Jelly Babies, Fruit Pastilles, Kitkat,
Aero, Terry's Chocolate Orange, Polos, Rolos, Fruit Gums, Toffo,
After Eights, All Gold, Caramac, Lion Bar, Toffee Crisp, Matchmakers,
Milky Bars, Black Magic, Walnut Whip, Wonka Exploders, Jelly Tots,
Yorkie bars. Loads of lovely Yorkie bars!
If you were are lucky and grew up
in York ('Where the men are hunky and the chocolate chunky') you
had someone in the family who would come back from work with a
huge bag of bits - off-cuts from the classics. These were the
kids who had loads of friends. The city is our very own Willy
Wonka Chocolate Factory and on a good day there's a whiff of chocolate
over the city that brightens the cloudiest day.
York's connection with the confectionery business is a long one,
and these days provides home to four big chunks of the world's
biggest food conglomerates. Rowntree is now part of the huge Nestlé
organisation and employs over 4,000 staff. This is the place that
is foisting on us the Kitkat Chunky, Rolo Cookies and a whole
new range of Polo flavours. Elsewhere there is traditional rival
Terry's Suchard (Yes another Swiss roll-over) where two Chocolate
Oranges a second roll off the production line, and boxes of All
Gold are smelted. Trebor Bassett and American giant Sara Lee are
also in town too.
Bassett's gave birth to the Jelly Baby in Sheffield 78 years
ago (called the Peace Baby) to celebrate the 1st World War. They
gobbled up Wilkinson's Liquorice makers and gave us Bertie Bassett
and his Liquorice Allsorts. Finally they, like the old York firms,
were swallowed up by a big eater. Trebor Bassett, the country's
biggest sugar confectioner -making Trebor Mints, Maynards Wine
Gums and Butterkist popcorn - are part of the huge Cadbury Schweppes
empire. Owned by the Bourneville Brummies. Our hands still make
the goodies though.

When you take into account the history
of Toffee making at McIntosh's in Halifax (The Toffo people, now
another Nestlé brand) and firms in places like Harrogate
and Pontefract, Yorkshire has a grand tradition we can all be
reet proud of. The big multinationals may be calling the shots
these days but ourYorkshire sweet roots are as deep as mine shafts!
I was having a bit of a go at a mate from Manchester the other
day and using our huge bag of sweet firms as ammunition. After
all, the best that our Lancashire cousins can offer over the counter
are Uncle Joes Mint Balls, Fishermans Friend, and Victory 'V'
lozenges. Yuk.
"You learn at the age of eight that there's nowt for us
over the far side. Yorkshire has all the best sweets. Your spice
tastes like cough mixture!" I says.
"That's why all you Yorkshire have big gobs and no teeth"
he says.
He's just jealous.
______________Northerner
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Craven Images
The long suffering folks in West Craven are about to
end twenty five years in the Lancashire wilderness and rejoin
the county.
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Yorkshire's borders go back
a long way. The shape of county dates back to Danelaw, the
viking kingdom founded in the early Christian era. The Danish
kingdom of York (Jorvik) was ruled by a dozen kings and
the area was vigorously defended from all comers until the
charmingly named Eric Bloodaxe lost the kingdom to a bunch
of Southerners. We've always been pushed about a bit by
folks from down there.
William the Conquoror was just one of a number of characters
who came up the A1 with some big mates intending mischief.
However it took a mealy-mouthed Conservative called Ted
Heath to lop top and chop the county into an unrecognisable
Riding-free zone. And one of the largest bits to fall into
enemy hands was West Craven, including the not inconsiderable
Forest of Bowland.
Since 1974 the poor folk of Barnoldswick (pronounced Barlick),
Earby, Rimington and Newton have had to suffer a flotilla
of bin-wagons covered in Lancashire livery. Local authority
types from Burnley took over the schools. Strange Lancastrian
concepts like 'Pendle' and 'Colne Valley' had to be learned
by older folks unused to such Lancs nonsense. All thoughts
of being a part of the mighty Yorkshire Dales disappeared
into the lesser known and much maligned North Lancashire
tourist office (closed due to lack of interest).
Oh the indignity of it all. Being force fed hot-pot by
school dinner ladies. Going to Blackburn Rovers matches.
Having to go to Blackpool on your holidays. Having to know
the difference between Manchester City and Manchester United.
Mind you, the Craven tradition of Flag Cracking must have
sent many a poor Lancy soul scarpering back down their M65
never to return. Scary Morris dancing of the highest order.
But now there is light at the end of the tunnel. West Craven
is taking the final steps towards reunification! Skipton
Council is, as we speak preparing to welcome it's long lost
brethren back into the fold. Whole teams ready with brand
new Welcome To Yorkshire signs. Truck loads of good curry.
Plucky housewives ready with their Yorkshire Pudding classes.
Oh there'll be a period of readjustment for the poor bewildered
natives unused to stuff like Bradford being in the Premiership
and Call Centres festooned over the countryside like the
workhouses of old.
People of West Craven, welcome back to the Yorkshire Dales!
We've missed you!
__________Bristlehound
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