My dad worked at Mathews the iron founders, little Ernie Worsey. He was a shift worker, always dirty covered in black sand from head to foot. My dad used to cobble his own boots, and big boots they were. It was hard work and very dirty, but it was work. We had several factories along the main road, but as years went by there was no need for iron, so one by one they closed. When you look back and remember how much work we had locally, it was amazing. It's a lot cleaner now, but alas no jobs.
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