ABSTRACT
My husband was an iron moulder. When he was in work he would earn three or four pounds a week. More than that sometimes. Depends how much work he had. They’d to wait for jobs coming in. If they’d nothing in they could earn nothing. He’d come home. I’d say, ‘You’re early home today, Will.’ He’d say, ‘I had nothing so I just sat in the sand heap.’ We lived in Bonnybridge in a little house for years and years and my husband fell ill. I got the doctor. He said, ‘He’ll have to get away somewhere that’s a bit warmer than this. England preferably. Not so cold there.’ So we moved into Salford.
