Fields

A Memory of Morley.

I was born at home in Hartley St in 1944. In our childhood we had fields and a bit of countryside to play in. Everywhere one looked there were textile mill chimneys. At one pm each working day, the workers were called back to work from thier dinners (not lunches in Morley) by hooters that sounded like air raid warnings. There was always the smell of wool in the air and the clattering of the weaving looms. It was a different world then, in many ways harder, but I think happy with a much greater sense of community. My mother lived all her life in Morley untill her death at 97.

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