Posted on 11/10/2004 5:00:03 PM PST by Willie Green
MILWAUKEE-November 10, 2004 When Pabst Brewing Co. abruptly closed its headquarters here in 1996, the owner and its workers left behind a treasure trove of relics dating back to the brewer's 1844 origin.
A yellowed visitors' registry and vintage photographs uncovered in a basement storage area of the former brewing complex provide a link to the rich heritage of Pabst, once the nation's largest brewer.
A calendar on the wall in one corporate office is still turned to December 1996, when the brewing era came to a halt at the 22-acre complex. Dusty ornaments hang on an artificial balsam Christmas tree in another office area, a reminder of happier times when Pabst managers gathered in Blue Ribbon Hall at the end of the week to swap stories and share the product they had a hand in making.
That December, Pabst stopped making Blue Ribbon and its other beers at the downtown plant for the first time since Prohibition.
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Life is too short to drink whimpy grainwater beer.
Give me a craft-brew when I'm thirsty!
Ein prosit nach Pabst!
That was a fascinating article. Thank you.
You're welcome.
BTTT
In Heaven there is no beer
(No beer?!)
That's why we drink it here
And when we're all gone from here
Our friends will be drinking all the beer.
In Heaven there is no wine
(No wine?!)
So we drink till we feel fine
And when we leave this all behind
Our friends will be drinking all the wine.
In Heaven there is no fear
(No fear)
So we worry too much here
And we drink ourselves full of beer
To help us when we deal with the fear.
In Heaven there are no drugs
That's why we hang with thugs
And when the Lord pulls the plug
All the thugs will still be selling drugs, yeah.
Thugs and drugs
Beer...
In Heaven there is no sex
(Oh no!)
So let's do that next
And when our muscles no longer flex
Someone else will be having sex.
In Heaven there are no wars
Or cars, or movie stars
And when we no longer are
The world will probably still be having wars.
What the heck! Yeah!
Sex and war,
Bars and cars.
Drugs, thugs,
And delicious food.
I thought of you when I read this for some reason.
Buuuuuuuurp
Cheers
knews hound
I type this with a very civilized Boulevard Wheat Beer at my side.
I am not ashamed to say it...that story brought a bit of moisture to the eyes.
...sigh...beer...its part of American history...
schlamiel...schlamozzle...
Frank's Cafe would stay open until one SECOND before closing time. So it was our "last stop" on the way home. All he had was Pabst. On tap. In bottles. And a huge refrigerator case of Pabst to go.
Ahhh, Pabst!
What'll ya have?
Why did I figure you would ping me to this thread????
How come I always get pinged to the beer threads???? (large innocent eyes)
Thanks for the article. It brought to mind an event that happened years ago. My grandmother was from Milwaukee and used to tell me of her trips to the Pabst Farms in Oconomowoc when she was a young girl. Evidently, they had big picnics and such (like they used to show on Pabst commercials in the 60s)and she knew one of the Pabst girls. When I was a little girl in the 1960s, my grandmother took me to the Pabst farms to meet one of her elderly friends and I remember riding bikes there and seeing a working farm (particularly, I remember seeing a bull in the field and feeling quite frightened.) I hope they restore the buildings...thanks for sharing.
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