"The Winsham I Remember"
THE FACTORY
I will start from the year 1900, the year I was born, but of course for
the first few years I shall only be able to write as I have learnt from my
parents, relatives and some of the older inhabitants. What I have learnt
of these years have proved very interesting to me.
I would assume that the
most important item of interest in the village in the years just prior to
1900 would be the large factory, which by this time had stopped working,
although I have been unable to trace an accurate date of when it finally
stopped production, but I did in my own time actually meet two people who
worked there. At the time it did not occur to me to ask when the factory
closed.
I should think that, judging by the size of the building, it must
have employed all the available labour from the village, either directly
or indirectly.
It was a very large factory with about four floors and I am
told it produced West of England Cloth, in fact, quite recently, I have
heard of people in the village that actually possess cloth made in the
factory. Now before we leave the factory, I must relate to you the story
of one, Johnny Rowsell, probably one of the last few people alive in my
time. (Another was George Good, who was later to become the village barber). Johnny
Rowsell fulfilled a very important role in connection with the factory and
this is the story he told me himself, and my own mother vouched for it
being the truth. It would appear that one of his duties was to collect as
much urine as he could from the village, as this was used in one of the
processing operations in the course of the manufacture of the cloth.
I have heard my mother say, and I have heard this from others, that Johnny
came around the village every morning with a very large hogshead barrel,
mounted on wheels, and drawn by a donkey. This unusual contraption was
known to one and all as "Johnny Rowsell's Brewery Wagon". (A
star attraction at any transport museum, were it available today!). I am
also told that if you were a regular saver, you were rewarded every Christmas
with a coarse apron, which was an apron made of sacking and worn by women
at that time, and indeed for many years later, when ever they were engaged
in either heavy or dirty work. Mother was very pleased to tell me she
missed hers and how much she appreciated the generous reward. When I first
saw Johnny he was living in the last house in Church Street, on the right
hand side, and later he moved across the road, to live in the first house
on the opposite side, and as I remember, it was from here he was laid to
rest.
|
see also
The West of England Cloth Factory
|