"In the mean time I got married and then a bit more trouble..."
These memories were transcribed by Toni Arthur-Hay from a diary of a Northwold man who died in 1994.
His family requested his anonymity.

Inside this issue:

Continued from May issue…
As time went on and the job got moving there was some-times a chance to get a little over time it was only two or three hours it was very handy. The unemployment was terrible the streets were full of people men and women looking for work and when we stopped to have our meals they would come and ask us if we had a little food left. Some of us had and would give to them. They would thank us and just stand there and eat it. You could see they were hungry. It was a long while before things improved much, but I was getting used to London life and I suppose I didn't take so much notice. This was in the time of the old steam trains, and to get an eight hours day in at work would have to be away from home for twelve hours, and if it happened to be foggy it took much longer. Every body working in the City seemed to have the same finishing time, which was 5 o'clock, and then it was one big rush trying to get home. They were like flocks of sheep going to the railway stations. Quite a lot of the trains were just local, and they were mostly well full. Ten seated and five or more standing. But as the years went on every-thing improved. But just as things were beginning to move the general strike came along and people using trains could not get to

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