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Our terraced house in inner city Bristol overlooked the Dye Works, recalled Elaine Adams, who was born in 1939.
I remember, as a small child, waking to the sound of the factory hooter. This was followed by the steady beat of the washing machines and then the blare of the radio.
My bedroom window was like a box at the theatre. I would watch with fascination as the women streamed into the workplace, often with their hair tucked securely into their 'turbans' and their pinnies stretched tightly across their bodies and securely tied at the back.
Taking up their positions they would often break into song as they recognised one of the 1940's hits. Many hours later the evening hooter signalled the end of a long day's work.
Standing at the corner of our street, I would marvel as suddenly hordes of people passed by, all going in the same direction, many with a cigarette drooping from the corner of their mouths.
The mass exodus was purposeful as each individual made their way to their other life with their family. The factory was quiet again.
I have completed the memoirs of my Bristol childhood, 1939-1952, in a lengthy document covering every aspect of inner city life.
Elaine Adams, 2001
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