There is a longer version though, and here it is ...and yes there is a twist!
I had always been fascinated with spinning wheels, and so I decided to make one out mahogany. It is a fully working model, but never been used, I was never interested in using it (I’m also the boat builder who is not interested in sailing!). About this time, my wife, Pat, was given a brand new sewing machine with an instruction manual. She is not a person who makes things so I thought I would work out how it operated. Within the year I was making clothes for all the family. I made everything from denim jeans for the three boys’ dresses for my daughter and evening dresses for Pat ... I loved it. I got a lot of teasing from male friends, but as I’m pretty good at blacksmithing as well I didn’t have to prove anything.
Fast forward thirty years or so: I’m running a factory in Weston-super-Mare. One half of the factory is space-age technology and the other half is cottage industry. Imagine the scene at the cottage industry department, where we had a very large order to finish, and rows of ladies sat at sewing machines working all hours trying to hit the deadline. However, ‘flu had depleted their ranks and they were struggling.
Leaving Riitta Tretjakov my (Finnish) deputy to run things, I rolled up my sleeves and reported for duty to the head machinist. “Can you use a sewing machine?” she asked, trying not to laugh at the boss.
“A bit,” I replied.
I’m not saying all the girls were feminists, but they didn’t hold males in very high regard. There was silence from the grinning girls as I was led to the fastest, man-eating, sewing machine they had. After a few quick instructions I was left to get on with it. After an hour I complained that they had given me a slow machine ... the whole factory dissolved into laughter – the way I liked it to be!
We worked late into each night. The girls sent out for fish and chips and counted me in – I was flattered. One evening as we sat eating our fish ‘n chips, they asked me about a large order we had just won for making electric heating blankets for a National fleet of Lorries (trucks). The order would go into production in six months time. I explained that the problem I had was that since winning the order the price of the fibre glass cloth had gone through the roof, the profit margin had all but disappeared. At that, old Mollie – who seldom spoke – said, “In the old days we would have made our own cloth on looms. But the men knew best, and got rid of them.” It transpired that her husband – now in his 80s – was a total loom expert.
A week later, at my request, Mollie’s husband came to see me. We were kindred spirits and he was keen to get involved. He didn’t want money; nevertheless, I hired him as a consultant and sent him North. Here he dragged all his pals out of retirement and between them they tracked down a massive old fashioned loom in an old disused factory. They rebuilt it and we got it down to our factory. There are many stories in this – but that’s for another time.
In short we produced all the blankets on time and at a greatly improved profit much to the pleasure of my 200 strong workforce who all felt part of, what I like to call, “Mollie’s Loom.”
I drew the Swiss Ribbon Loom in pen and ink, for Mollie and her husband, to remind them of the fun we had. I knew he wouldn’t want it ‘Arty-farty’ so I drew it almost as a draughtsman’s Isometric view but with enough of me in it to make it personal.
But here’s the twist....
... Three years ago, under pressure from my granddaughters (who rule my life) I researched my family tree. I knew nothing about them, but to my great surprise – my grandfather was a master-tailor, his father was a master-tailor owning a number of shops ... and so on back to 1710!!
Nature or Nurture?