I have no idea what to write about
today. We didn’t make any plans because the weather man predicted off and off
rain and he was right. Though we did have a quick trip to Iceland this morning.
And I don’t mean the country either; it’s a specialty frozen foods store. I don’t
know they can keep their prices so low. £3 for six crumbed fish fillets, £1.75
for sweet and sour chicken, and that’s for the two of us. £1 for six of, our now favourite dessert,
caramel ice cream cones. While The man defrosted the freezer I did a quick walk
to the library, I want to find out more about the lifestyle of some of my
ancestors.
When I asked dad about his family,
he said he couldn’t remember much. One thing he did say was that his Mum’s
family came from farming stock. There
were, as many country folk were, agricultural labourers. The human machinery that powered the countries
farms before the industrial revolution.
Industrialisation did much more than mechanise factories, it mechanised
farms too, displacing agricultural labourers and their families and driving
them to work in the cities. Some went willingly looking for better wages; others
were forced to as their jobs vanished under the wheels of mechanical harvesters.
Whatever the reason, my ancestors moved from their fresh air and hard work life
to the pollution and filth of the streets of London.
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