Wallace Briggs
Bio
Married to Pat in 1964, who he first met at the age of eleven. Lived in Durham in the NE of England employment took the family to the South of England. After twenty years in the South, employment brought them to Lancashire. Now retired.
Stories (6/0)
The Most Expensive Car Battery
The most expensive car battery recharge EVER. My first company car, a Mark I Ford Cortina, refused to start one freezing winter's morning many years ago. I rang into work to advise my boss about the situation and apologised that I would be an hour or two late.
By Wallace Briggs2 years ago in Wheel
Another Unexpected Operatic Foray
Post Orchestral Pianist era So, for three years I had been ‘pianist’ for Spennymoor Junior Operatic Society. I was over the worst of having performance nerves when the show went live each Autumn. I still struggled with some of the difficult passages in dance numbers but managed to get through rehearsals, and once we reached show time the orchestra musicians were great and well understood my limitations. It got so that I could enjoy the experience.
By Wallace Briggs2 years ago in Motivation
An Unplanned Operatic Foray
As a youngster, I had a very acceptable soprano voice. After the inevitable voice break had settled down, I was left with a passable tenor tone that was only ever heard in chapel gatherings. Those gatherings became less frequent as I grew older until, eventually, they were non-existent. My heart and beliefs never changed, and I continue still to live the best life I can outside of the chapel environment.
By Wallace Briggs2 years ago in Motivation
And the Cow
Once upon a time, there was a cow called Amber, a golden-brown cow, who lived in a field with many other cows – a dairy herd of Jersey cows. Twice a day they were led into the milking shed to be milked. Most of their time was spent either eating grass or hay or lying down to chew the cud. Unlike you and I, cows have two stomachs so that they can extract more goodness from the grass, and when their food moves down to their second stomach that is called ‘chewing the cud’. The whole process uses up a lot of cow energy so, they lie down while the cud is being chewed. That is when the magical conversion of grass into milk takes place. And the milk from Amber’s herd was the sweetest for miles around.
By Wallace Briggs3 years ago in Families
