I worked on a farm near Cambridge at harvest time and lived in a local pub. Being a farm labourer was hard work with long hours starting very early in the morning which proved particularly difficult after drinking in the pub the following evening. The worst task I was asked to do was to burn a field of stubble armed only with a box of matches and a small tree branch. I had to start in one corner and work my way diagonally across the field, gently beating the flames to keep an even line. This was all very well until the line became longer and longer as I reached the centre. To make matters worse, the hedge surrounding the field caught fire and I had to beat it out with the branch as I kept the rest of it going. Eventually I was left with a small triangle of stubble which petered out, leaving me utterly exhausted.
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As a student of architecture, it was important for me to spend some time on a building site. The first spell was labouring on a local school building project where I had the tough job of unloading bags of cement. The bags were not only extremely heavy but very hot on my back. I did get the chance to use a dumper truck which I rather enjoyed until my knee got in the way of the bucket while tipping builder's rubble. I ended up with a large bruise and a stiff leg for a week so, although I learned little about building techniques, I became familiar with how to 'go on the sick' as a labourer.
At the end of my third year I spent a more profitable time with John Laing Construction in Birmingham on a large multi-storey housing project. I learned much about the problems of building management as I worked in the programming section of a large site office. My job was to inspect the individual dwellings each day to record progress under the various trade headings and stages e.g. carpenter, joiner, plasterer etc. This information was fed into a master progress chart to be set against the original programme. Any delays would immediately affect the building costs with implications for contract value and possible loss of profit. This experience prepared me for the realities of the building industry.
Interesting to hear about all the different jobs your Dad took on his path to becoming an architect Trish. I don't fancy the sound of the stubble burning much!! :)
ReplyDeletePuts me to shame. I did very little in my university holidays apart on sign on the dole! Makes me very proud of what he put himself though. He did similar work in school holidays too.
DeleteThis account puts most spoiled kids in our area to shame - most of them don't even bother to get holiday jobs anymore, parents provide! "The worst task I was asked to do was to burn a field of stubble armed only with a box of matches and a small tree branch. " my only agrarian venture on the holiday job scene was picking asparagus, we sat on a moving pole and bent down - excruciating work. But It made me even keener to head back to Uni and get a job that didn't require bending down all day. (except over a computer!!!)
ReplyDeleteWorking in the fields is back-breaking work. We have many flower and veg fields near us and you can see everyone bent over picking the crops for hours.
DeleteI'm very proud my dad got to grips with all these tasks which can't have been easy as he was a skinny thing. His National Service must have given him some muscles and stamina.