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- Joan Dutton
- Location of story:听
- Longton, Stoke-on-Trent
- Article ID:听
- A2642663
- Contributed on:听
- 17 May 2004
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During the war, around 1944, I worked at a shop in Hanley. When I was 18 I had to go on war work. My aunt got me a job in a factory, Parkhall pottery in Longton - it made pottery for submarines and bits and peices connected to electrical work.
My first day on the job the manager took me into a room full of women of all shapes and sizes. The floor was covered in clay and clay dust. In one corner was an iron tub filled with hot water to use in the pottery. The manager introduced me to everyone and told them to mind their language because I was a 'shop' girl.
I had a hilarious time there. There was music while we worked. The odd job man would march up and down the factory if any military music came on - quite often the women would down tools and join in.
The women were nice - everyone helped each other out.We used to "work a day for the Russians" I wonder if the Russians ever saw the money.
I lived in Leveson Street(LadyCott Terrace)in Longton. We had an Anderson Shelter. We had lots of jars with canddles in - my younger brother used to race to be first in. We found out her was having a quick swig of the medicinal whiskey !
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