sparks
knowlegable brummie
Following the killing of the mouse (see City Electric Co) I moved to my second job in 1952 as a trainee draftsman at Wolseley Sheep Shearing Co, as it was then known, in Witton.
My mother never told anyone that I was an electricians mate, but decided that a trainee draftsman sounded very posh, so she told everybody.
One of my jobs was to copy the large drawings, and this was done by wrapping them round a large clear plastic tube, clamping a canvas cover round the tube, and then lowering a carbon arc light slowly down the tube and back.
I should have worn special glasses, but no one bothered in those days, and I still have a small area in my right eye that I can’t see through.
I remember spending many weeks attending the Birmingham Eye Hospital. There were about six long benches, and when you arrived you sat on the last bench and slowly slid your way along until you reached the front. There were four examiners standing behind four tall desks and your eyes were examined standing up in front of everybody.
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My mother never told anyone that I was an electricians mate, but decided that a trainee draftsman sounded very posh, so she told everybody.
One of my jobs was to copy the large drawings, and this was done by wrapping them round a large clear plastic tube, clamping a canvas cover round the tube, and then lowering a carbon arc light slowly down the tube and back.
I should have worn special glasses, but no one bothered in those days, and I still have a small area in my right eye that I can’t see through.
I remember spending many weeks attending the Birmingham Eye Hospital. There were about six long benches, and when you arrived you sat on the last bench and slowly slid your way along until you reached the front. There were four examiners standing behind four tall desks and your eyes were examined standing up in front of everybody.
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