CHAPTER THREE
FINDS HIS ENGINEERING NICHE
1932 - 1935
I do not know what my parents were thinking, as
we made our final departure from Urmston to our new abode at
Wolverhampton during late 1932. I could only hope I would be able
to sort myself out and develop a career. I might meet a beauty
queen and marry her!
Our three bedroom detached house, waiting to receive us, was
pleasantly situated facing onto St. Chads Roman Catholic
School for boys. At the rear of the house, the garden backed onto
a playing field belonging to a secondary school. Old Fallings
Lane was now an established road leading to Bushbury Hill. Our
house was approximately half a mile from this hill on the north
side and about the same distance from Cannock Road on the south
side. A large council estate, known as Low Hill, spread over a
mile area located behind St Chads College.
On the east side, a small community known as Wednesfield
separated the local residents from Willenhall, about two miles
away. I learned at that time, most locks and keys in this country
saw their birth at Willenhall. One caught the No. 9 trolleybus
from Cannock Road to travel to Wolverhampton, a distance of three
miles if using public transport. We had a small front garden,
around 15 feet long, whilst to the rear, the vegetable and lawned
garden was twice the length of the front. To the side of the
house, there was spare land assigned for a future entrance for
motor transport to have access to the school at the rear of the
house.
At first, mother could negotiate the stairs, so it was arranged
that she would sleep upstairs. It took several days to sort out
what went where. One item of importance was fathers
barometer, mounted on inlaid mahogany wood, which had been
presented to him by members of Urmston Wesleyan Chapel for his
many years service as organist and choir master. This took
pride of place in the hall, to be treated like an heirloom and
handed down to future generations in the family.
In my 17th year, I had still to find my niche! My employment
reporting centre was an insurance office in Darlington Street,
leading to Penn and Tettenhall on the west side of Wolverhampton.
It was not until I opened the letter from the Port of Manchester,
with my employment card, that I was aware that insurance
employees had their own employment bureau. Unfortunately, this
did not overcome the difficulty in obtaining employment in this
trade depression. In Germany, unemployment was up to 30% of the
working population. A period of many months found me in the
doldrums, or in the wilderness, as Churchill described his state
after falling out of favour, following his Dardanelles disaster
in the 1st World War. I cannot remember being depressed, I felt
that something would turn up. It was not my fault that there was
a trade depression.
My time was spent helping in the house and garden. I had plenty
of time to explore the adjacent county of Shropshire on my newly
acquired bike. Shropshire with its undulating hills, proved very
tiring, but very pleasant scenery to view. Bridgnorth, situated
by the river Severn, consisted of low and high town, with a
funicular joining the two towns. From high town, a spendid view
of the river reaches can be obtained. Bridgnorth was a favourite
spot for the Midlanders to retreat to at weekends, especially
young people, who would camp in the meadows by the river.
My furthest cycle venture took me to Wales, when I set out with
little money and no camping gear. Cycling through Bridgnorth, I
joined the A5 at Shrewsbury and continuing on this road, until I
reached Betwys y Coed, where I changed direction to Porthmadog.
My target was Harlech Castle, where I arrived at the golf course
at the base of the castle, just before dusk. I was in no fit
state to be exploring Edward 1sts military achievement,
built between 1283 and 1290 using up to 950 impressive men from
all over the country.
I looked around for accommodation and, not seeing any at hand, I
decided to sleep in a sand dune on the golf course. I thought
this would make a soft surface to lay on for the night. This was
the first and only time I attempted to use a sandbunk for a
comfortable sleeping surface. The night became extremely cold,
with only my cycle cape wrapped around me to keep me warm. It was
probably the longest night I ever experienced. I was, of course,
fully awake at sun rise. To my amazement, in the distance there
was a man pushing what looked like a cycle. I hurriedly rose and
checked that my bike was where I had left it.
A closer look at this figure in the haze revealed that he was a
greenkeeper, working on the putting green. As this was no place
for me to hang around feeling very hungry I went in search of a
cottage with smoke coming out of its chimney, to seek food of
some kind.
Nearing Llanfair, a whiff of smoke could be seen from a group of
white cottages. My cycling speed noticeably increased as I made a
direct line for where I hoped I would find my egg and bacon
breakfast. I knocked on the door at the cottage sending up smoke
signals. A very surprised elderly lady, dressed in a long dark
skirt and woollen grey shawl came to the door. I addressed her
and asked, Could you serve me with a breakfast, I am a
cyclist on my way to Barmouth. This very Welsh lady with a
sharp chin and nose said, I can prepare bacon and sausages
and tea.
I replied, This would be more than welcomed.
I sat in the kitchen while she fried my bacon slices suspended on
hooks in front of a grated open fire with a drip pan below. While
I ravenously devoured my smoked bacon sandwich, this kind Welsh
lady explained she was awaiting the return of her fisherman
husband. Having paid for my breakfast, I bid my early morning
hostess goodbye and thank you, I made my way to Barmouth and
joined a fellow cyclist en route, sharing his tent overlooking
the long stretches of Fairbourne Sands.
We managed to have a swim before the rain set in that night.
There was no pressure at home about the time of my return, since
I had no job to go to. My main thoughts were on how I could see
as much as possible of Wales on these cycle trips.
After thanking my host for his hospitality and saying adieu the
following morning, I set off on the return journey home. This
took me through Dolgellau, Welshpool and on rejoining the outward
journey route at Shrewsbury, I finally made home. The weather had
been fine and cycling on roads free from motor traffic. I came
back feeling the world was so much bigger, having seen more of
the Welsh mountains such as Cader Idris and the Cardigan Bay
coast line.
The main Wolverhampton public transport was the trolleybus
services. These green double decker buses plied from the town
centre to outlying districts of Bilston, Tettenhall, Bushbury,
Penn and numerous other places such as Willenhall. The buses were
silent running and they did not pollute the air, since they were
propelled by electric power, supplied by overhead cables. At this
period, there was no concentration of black people in
Wolverhampton. In the years to come, the whole of this public
transport, as well as taxi services, open market and many shops
were taken over later by the coloured population.
It was not long before I became a fan of Wolverhampton Football
Club attending Saturday afternoon matches at the Cowshed End of
the Molyneux Ground. The manager at that time was Major Buckley.
It was he that forged the Wolves into a world top-class team
prior to the 2nd World War and early post war. Billy Wright, who
was at first rejected by Wolves, later became their captain, as
he did for England, obtaining a hundred caps for his country. It
is said he was never booked for committing a foul during the
whole of his professional football career.
If you were able to be in a helicopter over the Wolves ground
just prior to a Saturdays game, you would have seen
something resembling an octopus. All roads leading into
Wolverhampton were choc-a-bloc with supporters streaming their
way from outer districts to the centre of the town, to which the
ground was closely located. So ardent were some of the supporters
of the Wolves that I have heard one supporter declare that he
would refuse a promotion if it meant being posted out of the
area.
I was very much a loner, not having joined a youth club to make
friends of my own age. Occasionally I attended Heath Town
swimming baths and did become friendly with a few who were
regular swimmers. I used to wonder why certain girls would be
watching, when they looked fit. When I asked one, who lived
opposite the baths, why she was not swimming, she just grinned,
such was my lack of knowledge of the females monthly
biological function.
My father ceased to play the organ after one of his fingers
became deformed and did not seek to join a local chapel. I became
a fairly regular attender of the Sunday afternoon mens
class at the methodist hall, where they had many famous speakers.
One such speaker, who was later to make his address was Ramsey
MacDonald, after he was deposed as Prime Minister by Stanley
Baldwin. So from being a Trinity of the Christian denominations,
I had achieved the Tetrad. I had attended the weslyans, the
baptists, the Church of England and now the methodists.
One of my pastimes was listening to Germany on the radio. Radio
had long passed the crystal set and valves, requiring wet
batteries to drive them. World news was now more readily
available, with Germany creating the most threat to future peace
from the Nazi rallies, which could regularly be heard on the
radio. The sound of Heil Hitler at this rallies,
which was chanted time and time again, was most chilling. These
rallies increased as the elections drew near for the seats in the
Reichstag in Spring of 1932.
The Nazis succeeded in polling 14 million votes and won 230
seats. Finally, that year, Hitler became Chancellor of Germany.
Soon, Hitler was to set out rules for purifying the Aryan German
master race. No German was allowed to marry a Jew or a person
with a deformity such as blindness and this was indoctrinated in
pupils at German schools. To gain Nazi Party funds, party members
collected from each family across the whole of Germany, money
that was saved by having one dish meal each Friday. Also the
party members would involve each family with the national draw.
These schemes enabled the Nazi Party to raise huge revenues to
start rearmament.
I had at last been offered a job at Weddells, the wholesale meat
purveyors. From the interview I had with the head of
Wolverhampton Depot, I was replacing a person on annual leave.
The job description mainly consisted in weighing meat carcasses
sold to retail customers and making out invoices from prices
supplied to me. Starting time was 6 am sharp. Needless to state I
did not sleep much the first night, for fear of not arriving on
time. I found myself man-handling large carcasses and not doing
very much weighing. However, it was of a temporary nature and I
was earning money for a change.
I did, however, fail to arrive on time one morning and blotted my
copybook. To ensure I did not do this again, I made doubly
certain my alarm clock had been set correctly, and was in working
order. Much to my horror, I woke up during the night and noticed
it was daylight, which was not the case at 6 am. I got dressed
speedily, bypassed my breakfast and as I opened the door to jump
on my bike, I discovered it was a beautiful moonlit night and it
was only 1 am!
At the end of my 3 weeks stint, I do not remember my boss asking
me if I would be keen to return whenever they were short of
staff. Neither do I remember that I had found a hidden urge to be
a butcher. Nevertheless, I had yet another job experience -
another string to my bow, you might say!
My patient father did not reprimand me in any way for not
achieving a steady job. He was quietly building up a clientele of
drapers in his West Midlands circuit. These district
representatives of SJ Watts were very important members of the
firm. They were the go-between of the retailer and the
wholesaler. It was important that they struck up a relationship
with each retailer. It was inevitable that friendships were
formed of a personal nature. One such friendship was formed with
the main draper, Mr Longstuffe at Willenhall. As a result of this
friendship, I was asked to help out on the cash desk during their
weeks sale. Now, I do not know whether this was to have a
look at me, before passing my name on to a senior staff member of
the Yale and Towne lock manufacturer. I do know that the
following week I had obtained an interview with the head of
workshop, a Mr Webster. He had a clean face, looked you straight
in the eye, a shiny forehead with a no-nonsense look about him.
After giving me a tour of his territory, including machine shops
and assembly shops, we then returned to his office.
All orders for manufacture in his department were monitored by
use of promise notes. It was the responsibility of the post I was
being offered to obtain promises from section heads and to keep
an up to date state. It was agreed that I should start the
following Monday after my wages had been settled. I know these
wages were higher than I had received previously. This was my
finest hour so far.
On my first day at work, I was introduced to Mr Webster to each
of his section heads and finally to Miss Wood, head of the order
department. I was warned that she was something of a tartar from
time to time. We both returned to his office, where I was shown
an annexe office. This would be my place of work, in which all
orders to the factory were issued and monitored. Clipboards,
containing delivery promises made by section heads had to be kept
in an up to date state, hung on wall hooks, readily accessible
for Mr Websters personal use.
After Mr Webster made clear the daily routine in which I would be
involved, I felt that he would support me if I had difficulties
dealing with his staff. I was aware that the section heads of the
various types of lock assemblies would know that I was green to
the lock industry. I felt to gain knowledge of this industry was
of prime importance if I was to have respect on my job, generally
referred to as progress chaser. I was later to learn that factory
workers consider this job as the lowest form of factory life. Now
I regarded this task as a challenge and I set about studying the
design of locks by dismantling various types whenever I had the
opportunity to do so. I was fascinated by how the lock changes
were affected by the specific selection of levers, which when
correctly chosen, allowed the bolt to throw when using the
appropriate key.
At lunch times, I had time to explore Willenhall, a small town
made up of terrace type houses with small workshops in their back
gardens. These workshops were formerly used by family lock firms
as part of an ancient cottage industry. Mr Webster told me that
many Willenhall families had intermarried, the Woods and the
Walkers being the most common name. He also mentioned that many
of the old locksmiths had developed humps on their backs. Most
Willenhall pubs had recesses in the inner walls to allow them to
sit comfortably. At lunch times, I saw other large lock
factories, beside the Yale such as Legge, Gibbons, Parks and a
few others. These mass producing lock firms had displaced the
family firm and most of their locksmith skill was fast
disappearing. One of these old locksmiths, a Mr Walker, was
employed in the rim lock section at the Yale. I was tipped off by
his section leader when he was about to hand make a special rim
lock from an old one he was to replace. From time to time, I was
able to watch him form the rim, cut out and pierce the side
plates, file levers, bolts and keys. In building these specials,
no drawings would be used, all that the locksmith required were
knob spindle and key hole positions in relation to the edge of
the door.
Yale and Towne, who had taken over HT Vaughan of Willenhall were
an American firm, which had developed the cylinder lock. This
cylinder type lock was being produced in a separate department
not under the control of Mr Webster. I occasionally watched the
specialised machinery boring and grinding the cylinders. These
machines were in contrast to the heavy power presses in Mr
Websters territory. All presses were always fitted with
hand guards and were carefully vetted by factory inspectors.
I had an urge to obtain technical knowledge to understand the
manufacturing processes and contemplated taking a technical
course in workshop practices and technical drawing. When speaking
to Mr Webster on this subject, he informed me that a previous
progress chaser who had worked for him had become a design
engineer by attending technical college. Without further ado, I
made enquiries at Wolverhampton Technical College and put my name
down for the beginning of the autumn courses.
I was very disillusioned with the promise note system, for it
allowed Miss Wood every opportunity to raise her voice and cause
a scene when there was failure to deliver the locks as promised.
There were many occasions when Mr Webster would appear red faced
after a visit by Miss Wood to his office. This would always be
followed by an inquest with the section head with me in the
middle. Causes of failure to deliver as promised could be a
variety of reasons. tool or machine breakdown holding up
components, or just that the section head gave me a wrong
completion date. It was always a losing battle. There was an
attempt to forecast future requirements and so build up stocks.
There were no Gantt flow charts with a moving date line to ensure
that all components were being produced to a preplanned date. The
batch production system provided no allowance for sudden supply
failure of components, be they produced internally or bought from
outside. I felt I was always on a losing wicket, having no
control on the state of the wicket. When the time came for me to
be told that I was to be transferred to the main office, I looked
on this as a blessing - new fields to conquer you might say. I
could not claim, however, that I had conquered in my progress
chasers role, but I had been activated to take up
engineering learning and practices.
My stay in the main office became short lived. My task, in
company with two middle aged ladies, who had worked for many
years in the firm, was to edit incoming customers orders
and prepare the corresponding invoices. The three of us had
separate areas to take care of. These two ladies did a lot of
whispering between them and to me appeared to resent my presence.
I had no immediate boss, only the chief accountant, who was in
charge of the whole of the administration. My routine work should
have been straightforward, apart from having to acquaint myself
with a range of cylinder locks. A problem arose in identifying
the previous agreed discount for each customer. If I found myself
with no alternative but to ask one of my co-partners for discount
information, the standard reply was, Look in the
ledger! Now, this ledger was the size of an old family
bible. I am sure it originated at the start of HT Vaughan. One
was almost frightened to turn the pages over, for fear that the
pages would disintegrate. The information was always hand
written, and in some cases, customers were given several
discounts, one on top of another. I can only assume there were
customers more favoured than others. In deciphering this hand
written information, there were many chances of getting it wrong.
There were two consequences if I failed to edit the order
correctly, or it I got the invoice wrong. If the order was
incorrect, I could have Miss Wood to see me with all the sound
effects, whilst in case of a faulty invoice I could be invited to
Mr Shortsmans office, the chief accountant. Whenever these
occasions arose, I would point out that it was time all these
various discounts were done away with and that a comprehensive
list of all products with the corresponding prices should be
issued to edit and price against. The standard reply I received
from the accountant was that the other two ordering clerks could
manage satisfactorily with the existing arrangement.
Following my move to the main office, a young lady called Sonia
Champian took over my progress chasers job. It turned out
that she lived on the Stafford Road, Wolverhampton, and when
cycling to work, she passed the house we lived in at Old Fallings
Lane. Her age was around 17 years and she had an outgoing
personality with flowing fair hair when cycling. We cycled
regularly together and I felt that she was getting rather fond of
me. This was confirmed when she started to bring flowers to my
mother, who was now housebound and slept downstairs. She told me
that her father was a staff colonel at the war office and that
both he and her mother spent most of their time at the Oxley Park
Golf Club when he was on home leave. Now, I was still very
nervous of the opposite sex, particularly when there is also a
colonel to cope with. I am afraid our friendship remained at the
platonic stage.
Many years later, we found ourselves sitting on the same bench,
each with our own offspring, watching a cricket match in Bushey
Park, alongside Hampton Court. There was much to talk about,
especially as were almost neighbours. She married a Filipino
officer, who turned out to be a rotter, and now she was friendly
with a cricketer.
Ultimately, things came to a head in the main office. Pay rises
had been given to staff, excluding myself. I felt immediately
snubbed by the chief accountant, Mr Shortman. There was a loss of
pride since staff close to me knew that I had been left out of
this pay award. I could not contain myself and entered Mr
Shortmans office. When I asked if there had been a mistake
in not receiving a pay rise, he replied, At this point in
time, you have not merited a rise. It is said one should
look carefully before making a jump, this did not happen in this
case.
I responded immediately, Mr Shortman, if I do not receive a
rise in my next pay packet, you can take my notice. Thus
our conversation came to an end. It was not until I got home that
I realised the action I had taken. If the rise did not come
through, not only would I be out of work, but I would not receive
dole money.
I now had a dilemma as to how I should inform my parents of the
action I had taken. Relations with my father had always been at a
distance. I think this was due to the fact that he had to make
his own way in life. I am told, by Auntie Min, that his father,
my grandfather, was a loafer and that his mother of 9 children
was left to manage their hat making business, in Luton. My father
left home in his teens to work for his present firm in
Manchester. He was also a self taught organist and choir master.
Another reason for this distant feeling was the fact that, as an
only child, I saw very little of him. His travelling kept him
away most weeks from Monday to Friday and at each weekend he had
his chapel organist commitments. It was understandable, if he
should think that I should paddle my own canoe. My mothers
illness had saddened home relations, for most of her time she was
in pain from rheumatoid arthritis that had spread to most joints.
Before this illness I never remember as a little child, being
cuddled. Yet I was never in need of the essentials of life. I
suppose in the case of both parents, little was given over to
sentiment.
I had now decided to defer explaining to my parents my action at
the Yale. My immediate action was to send a standard job
application letter to a few Wolverhampton firms. One such firm
was the Ever Ready company, having been informed by a student at
College that they were good employers to work for. So now I set
about preparing this application with the following wording, viz,
I wish to apply for any suitable vacancy that you may have,
etc etc. I was also able to add that I was a technical
student, for now it was autumn season and I had commenced my
practical workshop training as well as engineering drawing.
I was most impressed when Dr Fisher, the Principal, welcomed each
student on the first session and told us that the course could
enhance our career. The Wolverhampton Technical College did
indeed play a very important role in years to come in shaping my
profession.
I had an almost instant reply from the Ever Ready company
requesting me to attend an interview with Mr Terry, the manager,
at my earliest convenience. I was able to arrange this for Friday
of the same week I sent my application. Mr Terry explained at the
interview that he was looking for personnel with 90% personality
and 10% perspiration. He told me that staff were trained in works
management, whilst working in the efficiency department and later
allocated works management posts. I was asked a number of
psychological questions, which I did not feel that I had done
very well. It came as a great surprise when he offered to take me
on at a higher salary that I was at present earning. I told him I
could start after I had given Yale a weeks notice.
During the summer works break at the Yale, I cycled to
Sandersfoot, near Tenby, Wales, where I rejoined the scouts and
rovers of 2nd Urmston scout troop. Immediately, when I arrived at
the camp after this journey of about 130 miles, I put my swimming
trunks on and attempted to swim across the bay to show them how
fit I was. To my horror, I was caught up in a mass of seaweed and
literally had to be fished out.. There were many new faces and of
course, old ones, like Sam, the Crosses and Sheppards. Most of
our time was spent playing beach games, rambling and having camp
fire songs at night. I assisted with cooking and scored a great
success, with a spotted dick suet pudding. The weather was fine
during the weeks camp and more importantly, on the return
cycle journey home. This was my last connection with my former
scout troop.
During the year 1934, after I had returned from camp, Hitler, as
Chancellor of Germany began to flex his muscles by reclaiming the
land taken from Germany with the signing of the Treaty of
Versailles. Daily papers were now giving prominence to Nazi
threats to world peace. Dollfuss, Austrian Chancellor was
murdered by Austrian Nazis. The following year, he reclaimed the
Saar, brushed aside the constraints of Versailles, by proclaiming
conscription for an enlarged army and air force.
On a happier note, my sister Edith, then aged 22, wedded Les
Roston, the grocer at Bushbury Church, Wolverhampton.
Unfortunately mothers illness prevented us from travelling
to Davyhume, Manchester, where they lived and where the wedding
should have taken place. It was the smallest wedding of the year.
Only my father and myself attended on Ediths side. Les, his
mother and sister, Bob, his brother in law arrived by tank. We
had a get-together at home, so that mother could bless the
wedding couple. I still acted as the naughty brother, as I said
to Les, Good luck, you will need it as they were
leaving for their honeymoon. Les always remembered this and his
eighties reminded me of what I had said, and with a Lancashire
grin in front of Edith, said How right you were.
My father drove us to an fro from the church. It came as a
surprise to Edith, as it did to me when we arrived at
Wolverhampton, that he had a car. A car was essential to take his
samples around to his customers. We are still both ignorant as to
where he learnt to drive, and did he ever pass a driving test?
Now that I had secured a post with the well-known firm, the Ever
Ready company, my task in telling father that I was leaving the
Yale and Towne was simplified. Again, there were no
recriminations and I am sure he hoped my canoe would stay on
course. At evening classes, I was gaining skill in handling
lathes and shapers in making a scriber. My drawing work left very
much to be desired, more experience required!
In joining the Ever Ready company I was looking forward to new
challenges and of course, increased pay. I had been impressed
with Mr Terry, a smartly dressed middle aged man, wearing a tooth
brush moustache. His upright bearing gave evidence to his former
army background, in which he served in the 1st World War as
captain. Most important to me was his outward approach in
welcoming new suggestions. Would this really be my finest hour? I
am aware that I quoted this when I joined the Yale, but in
mitigation for this firm, it triggered off my interest in
engineering. Year, 1935 and fast approaching 20 years of age.
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