- Contributed by听
- gmractiondesk
- People in story:听
- Ethel Sanders
- Location of story:听
- Manchester
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4183256
- Contributed on:听
- 12 June 2005
People often talk glowingly about the war but I hated it. I hated the blackout. Imagine no street lighting, not a chink of light showing from the houses. Everywhere seemed as black as ink, particularly during the winter, when we used to get quite a lot of fog. Summertime was great because we had double summertime, when it was light until nearly midnight. This had been brought in to facilitate the farmers.
I was put to work in an engineering firm when I was 16. We never knew what we were making. I got the sack from there because when my boyfriend came home on leave I used to take time off to spend it with him. This kind of behaviour was frowned up on by employers but fortunately I got an understanding lady at the Job exchange. She asked me how would I like to work for a Dairy. I was taken on at Healds Dairies as a Nipper assisting a milkman. The name was derived from nipping on and off the milkcart. After a few months I was given a round of my own driving a horse and cart. The horse was called Rock, because he used to rock backwards and forwards when he was in the stable. One morning he decided he rather liked the look and taste of a large tree in a house in Didsbury. He was busy munching away much to the annoyance of the owner. I tried to pull him off, but he wouldn't have any of it. Imagine the scene me under 4 feet nd slight of build struggling to pull an an extremely large carthorse away from the garden wall. In the end I smacked him on the rump, which hardly affected him at all. The lady of the house then accused me of cruelty and said she would report me to my employer. Which she did. Nothing came of it because they knew how temperamental horses could be.
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