One hundred years ago, in my industry this was the cutting edge of locomotive design.
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My great grandfather (Mum's Mum's Dad) from the 1870's through to the 1920's, earned his living hiring himself and his horse out (presumably several over that time frame) to tow barges along the Birmingham canals.
He was well known for his end of shift drop into the local alehouse on the way home, and, on several occasions found himself in a police cell to "sober up" overnight, whilst his horse was put in the police stables. Different times.
Dad, born 1930, lived in Bristol near the Docks, Docks tend to be quite rough places. His father had a lodger, Ralph Weeks, a very big man who was the local bobby. Apparently if a big fight broke out ( this would perhaps be the late 1930s) in a local pub (as it often did apparently), there'd be a knock at the door, Mr Weeks, we need you at....
He'd go down there, pick out the biggest fella,...and set to him, often knocking him out, or down. That tended to calm things down a bit.
Imagine that happening now....
You had real lino ??
Bare wood for us
One hundred years ago, in my industry this was the cutting edge of locomotive design.
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Up until the mid 1980s my grandparents only had an outside toilet, no bathroom and no central heating in a 2 up 2 down. They lived in the farming community in the fens.
It was Victorian living conditions in Thatchers Yuppie Britain.