History About to Be Lost: Hard Times (After World War 2)

Your bad blogger is trying to get into gear again.   When was my last post, Dear Reader?  5 January.  5 January?  Some bloggers are at it every day… posting, that is.  I’d like to share with you some more ‘History About to Be Lost’.

Everybody is aware that life in the Lancashire cotton mills was tough during the mid-nineteenth century, when Charles Dickens was writing ‘Hard Times’ and Elizabeth Gaskell ‘North and South’.  Maybe you ‘did’ the Industrial Revolution at school, but I try to find the little things that won’t appear in the history books, the sorts of details you would definitely need if you were writing a historical novel.   Last week I was talking to my friend a week or so ago about life in Lancashire immediately after World War 2.

manchester-cotton-mill-in-1820_300A mother of three daughters – aged eight, five and eighteen months – loses her husband in the late 1940s.   She lived in a terraced house, on a street of terraced houses, cheek by jowl with her neighbours – this is important.   With a widow’s pension of only 15 shillings per week, she had no alternative but to go out to work at the local mill; this involves leaving the house at 7am and returning early evening.  In the mornings, a neighbour helped the daughters get up and make breakfast, then the girls walked to school together, dropping the youngest off at the childminder’s on their way.  At going-home time, they let themselves into their house and looked after themselves until their mother returns.  No harm came to them, because the neighbours always kept a watchful eye on them.   My friend refers to her neighbours as ‘aunties’, but they were more than that to her and her family.

Occasionally, the mill put the mother on short-time working, reducing her tight income further.  The neighbours got together to make large hot pots, some families contributing the meat, some the vegetables, some even less.  They all ate together.

There are no working cotton mills in Lancashire now.  If you want to see what one was like, visit National Trust Quarry Bank.  We did last autumn – it was fascinating, especially the deafening mechanical looms – but, when I suggested that my friend might like to go when she next visited Lancashire, she shuddered.    Maybe you have some memories of the Lancashire cotton mills, or factories elsewhere?  Dear Reader and I would love to hear from you.

You may not hear from me again for a while.  I’m going to the Association of Christian Writers Retreat over the weekend, then I’m off to India for a fortnight.  I may however use the time I’m sitting in the aeroplane to write up some book reviews for Dear Reader blog.

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Useful Skills (continued)

saxophone-29816To follow on from my last post, another useful skill I’ve had to learn is what I loosely call ‘committee clerking’.  I’ve worked (as in paid work) as a committee clerk in several organisations, including the British Medical Association (eons ago) and in local government, at various different levels.   At the current time, I’m (voluntary) secretary to my church’s PCC.  Btw, the committee clerk is the person who prepares the agenda and writes the minutes.  In the old pre-computer days (BMA/local government), committee clerks could be boys or girls and definitely did not type.   (One of my bosses used to get very upperty when councillors assumed that every typing error was hers.  She also refused to pour out the tea… another story!)  These are the skills I have picked up:

  • To jolly people along to produce what you want them to produce at the right time.
  • To edit what self-same people do produce without upsetting them.
  • To guide people actually to make a decision.
  • To know when something is illegal or unethical or against internal rules and to tell your members so.
  • To keep listening so as to be able to record decisions, and not to be touchy when somebody challenges what I’ve written.

I’m sure the same skills are required in many other occupations but this is how I came about them.  They have also been useful to me in writing and in my role as Competitions Manager for the Association of Christian Writers.  This provides a lead-in for the imminent launch of the next ACW competition, this time for crime fiction.  More details – shortly – on the ACW website (but don’t look yet).

I’ve managed – at last – to review another book on my companion blog, Dear ReaderThe Jazz Files by Fiona Veitch Smith.  Do take a look.  T