Fwd: BOBBIN FACTORY CIRCA 1890: LAKE WINDERMERE, ENGLAND JUNE 2019



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NOTE…I AM  RESENDING THIS  STORY BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE GOT PICS UPSIDE DOWN

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From: SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>
Subject: BOBBIN FACTORY CIRCA 1890: LAKE WINDERMERE, ENGLAND JUNE 2019
Date: June 14, 2019 at 9:11:01 PM EDT
To: Marjorie Skeoch <marjorieskeoch@gmail.com>




BOBBIN FACTORY CIRCA 1890


alan skeoch
June 2019

“Marjorie, what is a BOBBIN?”
“A bobbin is a spool”
“What’s that?”
“A spool,,,bobbin if you will…is used to hold thread or yarn.”
“Why would anyone want a bobbin full of wool?”
“Bobbins feed threads to the machines that make cloth…big bobbins do that.
“Small bobbins feed thread to machines that sew cloth…hold  pieces of cloth together.”
“Suppose there were no bobbins, then what?”
“Then we would be walking around naked or covered with the hairy skins of animals.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Not really meaning to … just exaggerating a bit..”

I bet some readers do not even know what a BOBBIN is!  I bet there are even some readers
who do  not care a  whit about BOBBINS. Too Bad.  Why?  Because those readers will miss
out on what to us was a wonderful surprise…and experience almost beyond words.




“I just love these English country roads…narrow and twisty with a new and sometimes startling
thing to see at every twist and turn.”
“Fine for you, Alan, you have the front seat.”
“As things should be.”
“Why?”
“I am the senior person on this excursion….have a little respect.”
“Too bad about the rain, Alan.”
“Not so bad…”
“Why?”
“Rain and fog lend  an air of mystery to the road…”
‘Like a  time machine”
“Yeah…better idea…like driving into the past…time travelling….good  idea.”






“Things pop out at us….and then they are gone.”
“Click…click…click.”







“Descending from Kirkston Pass to Lake Windermeere now”
“Rhododendrons along the road now.”


“Jam on the brakes, Gabriela…something unusual over there on the left.”
“Barn…stone barn?”
“More than that…something weird…really old…strange.”
“A barn full of tent poles…why save long poles…piles of them.”
“Do a quick turn into the driveway…careful…”





“Turn now.”
“A factory…in a rural setting…”
“Sign  says STOTT PARK BOBBIN MILL…open to the public”


“Wonder why there are pipes and  piles of sticks and  poles all over the place.?”



“Let’s cut to the quick before we go any farther…this place made bobbins…all kinds of them…
millions of them.  The big textile mills  in Lancashire needed millions of bobbins.  At one time
in the 19th century there were 300 factories like this making bobbins by the millions.  The
Stott Park Bobbin Mill is the only one left.”
“What happened to all the others?”
“Plastics…$%^%& plastic bobbins drove all mills like this  to the wall.:
:How come this mill survived?”
“Just saved in nick of time by English Heritage people…it had closed in 1979 and  was
about to enter the scrap yard when one man  alerted  the government people about
the mill…THIS PLACE IS WORTH SAVING?”
“Why worth saving?”
“Because this mill had  never been modernized…no electruc machines.   All the lathes
ran from one gigantic  line shaft powered by an ancient steam  engine.  In the early years
the factory was powered by a water wheel but became ‘modernized’ with a steam engine.”




“Pardon me, do you sell any of these bobbins?”
“Sure do…visit the gift shop.”
(Marjorie bought a suitcase full of bobbins.”
“Best sale  we’ve had this year.” said the gift shop lady.



“I was more intrigued  by the tour guide.”
“Why?”
“Couple of reasons.  She was an excellent guide.  Here she hold one of the sticks that I mentioned earlier were strewn around the outside of the factory.
These sticks would be cut into short pieces and then shaved into rough bobbins.”

“She did not like me.  At least, I felt she did not like me…for a couple of good reasons.”
“That’s because you are precocious, Alan…bold and self-obsessed…just too enthusiastic  at times.”
“Guilty as  charged.”

“She really knew the factory…every machine….every bobbin…she even knew
how the flyable governor on the steam engine maintained speed of the hug drive wheel
that powered the whole place.





“What is missing in all these pictures?”  Think about it.  There is something missing that led to
the early death of many Bobbin factory workers.  What is it?  Answer at end but
you can figure it out.  Many died of consumption and the lung diseases. What caused
these deaths?  What is missing from the pictures?






“Normally, back  in he 19rh century, this floor was covered as much as waste deep in Bobbin shavings…so
much so that sometimes  the machines had to be shut down to clear the shavings. “
“Wasn’t there a danger of fire?”
“Definitely…anything that gave off sparks had to be removed…such as the tool grinders.”
“Any use for all those shavings?”
“The shavings and waste wood chunks were used to fire up the steam engine.  “
“So everything made sense…even the scrap.”








High up above the lathes … the mighty line shaft with a drive pulley for each lathe.   

“Aren’t those drive belts dangerous…could  kill.”
“Yes, they are shielded by wood cribbing close to the lathes…and there is a severe to slide the belt on to an idling pulley.”
“My dad worked in factory like this.  He told me about a fellow worker who decided to push the drive belt towards the idling pulley by hand.”
“Dangerous.”
“You bet.  the poor guy got his hand caught and his body was thrown around and around until he was dead.  I had an image from that
story that I cannot forget.  The fellows limbs came apart.   Nothing could be done.  Other workers  ran down the factory to shut down
the drive engine but by then all was mayhem.  Did that happen here?”
“Yes, there were injuries…many…a lot of the workers were children.”
“Any accidents recorded?”
“In 1860, at Crooklands Bobbin mill,Thomas Fox, aged14, got caught in a drive belt by his head  and shoulders…carried to the ceiling line shaft
where his head was crushed…supposed to have died instantly.”
“So my dad’s story was  likely accurate?”



“You said children.”
“Child labour laws were non existent for decades and when they did come into affect they only applied to children under ten.”
“Why would parents let their kids near these machines?”
“Poverty…and some children had  no parents…”
“No parents?”
“Liverpool is not far away from here.  Orphanages collected street children…a lot of them were sent here…some stayed…some 
ran away.  Others were always available.”
“Did any get hurt that you know about.”
“There is a  record of one boy working here with his hand bound up because the hole filling lathe pierced  his hand…like taking
an electric drill through your hand.”
“Long hours…doing repetitive tasks like boring holes in bobbins…pushed hard by overseers….fatigue spells trouble.”
“And  this is a remote rural factory…surrounded by wilderness.  One boy, Kit Cloudsdale, 13 years old, was sent on a five 
mile errand.   He froze to death.”

“Where do these stairs go?”
“Tool grinding room…lots of sparks…”


“The line shaft powered the large grindstone but a thick stone
wall  separated the grinding room from the factory floor. Fires in
19th century factories were common.   Imagine someone stupid
enough to light pipe on the factory floor?  There must have been rules here.


“There are holes in the stone interior walls to let the drive belts through.  This hole
has no purpose other than a site line…perhaps so the overseer could be sure
the tool grinding was  being done right.


Polished bobbins were shipped in sacks to the cotton mills  in Lancashire and to textile mills elsewhere in the world.
Not just in the thousands but in the millions.  Weighed on this scale.



“Hey look here…do not look away…do not day dream…do not look over at your friend on the next machine.”
“Why not?”
“Look at that drive belt…now imagine your hand or our hair getting caught…instantly maimed or killed.  These factories
were dangerous.”
‘Why work in places like this?”
“No choice really…food and a place to live…many workers at Stott Park spent their entire working life on one of these machines…doing the
same thing thousands  of times  per day…boring, shaping, polishing, grinding, …some felt lucky to have a steady job.



Only pauper boys were allowed to work at the Stott Park Bobbin Mill.   Girls, however, were allowed work in the cotton 
factories as  above.  Note the long lines of bobbins wound with cotton thread.


Pauper children around  1900.




Another young boy at work in a Lancashire cotton mill.  Pilesof bobbins in front and behind him.



Young boy at work in the Stott Parkin Bobbin factory about 1900.   Sometimes the wood  chips got two feet deep.



This is a picture of Marjorie in the Stott Park Bobbin Mill shop buying more Bobbins than they sold  all month.
“Why did she buy them?”
“Movies may use them in some period  motion picture someday…”
“Someday?”
“My thoughts precisely.”

“Look in the top right corner of this picture.”
“What am I looking at?”
“That little platform up near the driveshaft is where the factory foreman could look down on his
workers…make sure they were doing a good job.”



“See that round trim that looks like a whiskey barrel?”
“Looks like a whisky barrel for sure,”
“That is  a whisky barrel made into a polishing drum…dump in 
a pile of bobbins, bounce them around and they come out polished.”
“Do they smell like good scotch whisky?”
“Not sure.”


“Now  here is a mathematics  challenge to you.”
“pick one of these two bobbin pictures ..  count the bobbins…then
multiply times  10…i.e.  100 x 10 equals 1,000 British pounds or $2,000 Canadian dollars.
Fortunately Marjorie did  not see this bobbin pile.   She only bought 7 big bobbins which cost a pretty penn anyway.”
“Is that what they were worth long ago?”
“Nope…a new bobbin sold for a penny or so I think…those were days  when a penny was worth something though.”

Quote from John Gibson,1878, letter to Ulverston Board of Guardians concerning CHILD LABOUR

“WE send them at 12 or 14 for seven years without remuneration…When their time is up they are discharged…and we send
other boys to fill their places  at the mills.  They are in many cases…over-worked, half clothed and fed and  in many ways very
unfairly used.”

Caring for the poor has been a social  problem for a long time.  When England was largely rural poor relief was  provided by parishes…money
collected  to cover food, shelter, food and clothing.  Such relief was  spotty so in 1834 the Poor Law was  amended.  Each parish was expected
to build workhouses where poor families were expected to do  work for their relief.  Families were separated.  Many pauper children became a
problem and  the workhouse guardians tried to find work for these children in local industries  like Stott Park Bobbin Mill.  The only way we know
much  about these children is through the reports  of the Relieving Officers of the workhouses.  Charles  Dickens novel Oliver Twist made many
middle class citizens aware that abuse was  common.



Answer to question:  What is not shown in these pictures is THE DUST THAT FILLED THE AIR and promoted lung diseases that killed
workers as  young as  37.

Conclusion:   It took ten years to rebuild the Stott Park Bobbin Mill.  But credit for the saving of the bobbin mill must go to one man, Jack Ivison who began working 
as the mill in 1927 and was  the mill maser when it closed in 1971.   Jack Ivison then  urged English  Heritage to accept the mill as  an  important part of English industrial history.



Touring the mill in June 2019 made me think of the lyrics to DIRTY OLD TOWN by the Pogues.

POGUES


Dirty Old Town Lyrics


I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall

Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring’s a girl from the streets at night

Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind

Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I’m going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree

Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall

Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Dirty old town
Dirty old town






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