Piece Working
Hi Jack, are we going to hit the target today. I certainly could do with the extra cash.
Mike, I have to pay my golf fees next week, so we are going to hit the target. Get them lasts mounted, come on old chap, full speed ahead.
As the production line rattled into action, conversation stopped, at least for a while. Jack sent his lasting tacks flying, to hold insoles in place. Around the factory clickers were cutting leather. Stitchers were hard at work. Pullers were pulling, trimmers were trimming. Glue was being applied. Shoes were being pounded and smoothed into shape. As operative after operative sprang into action. Milk was delivered to those gluing, protect for stomachs. Soon the building was a hive of activity. Making shoes that looked high class.
But commerce is king, and fashion is fickle. The factory is now long gone. Yet distinguished footwear remains. As does my eye for a fine pair of shoes. Today as I drank coffee, I saw three individuals of distinction. Fashionably dressed. So rare.
Genre: Memoirs
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Great story Mike! I like the way you handled the photo prompt. Very interesting and different!
Thank you PJ. Working at the shoe factory was an interesting period, which left me with good memories
Sad!
It is sad to see a useful factory redundant and it’s workforce scattered, but that is the way that the world and commerce works
Those old crafts that are unfortunately disappearing. Lovely memoir.
It is sad to see a useful factory redundant and it’s workforce scattered, but that is the way that the world and commerce works
This was a fantastic take, Michael. A lot of the old trades and the tradesmen are vanishing without even a whimper.
Thank you Varad, It is sad to see a factory redundant and it’s workforce scattered, but that is the way that commerce seems to work these days
Beautiful but heart breaking memoir.
Thank you Sonia, my main sadness was losing contact with many special friends.
Excellent take Michael
A workforce scattered, I am sad that I did not record more information about what I witnessed
Times change, mind remains fixed. Nice!
It seems so, now if a individual could chose a moment in time to stop progress! Perhaps I would go back to the moment I destroyed the draft of my first novel, or perhaps even further back. I think a story is trying to surface…
It is all in there. Your creation you can retrieve anytime.
Perhaps in part that is true, but the experiences that developed the idea for the novel are fragmenting.
Ideas are there in your head. Just sit down and start. They will come back.