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PEOPLE ON THE MOVE - Department of Geography

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The Parish Council would like to draw attention to a machine invented by the<br />

bachelor, Christian Jensen, Skeen, Ubbsby, for the manufacturing <strong>of</strong> straw bands<br />

for thatching. Last autumn a machine for the workhouse (poor house) was bought<br />

from the inventor, and after one year's use it is a pleasure for us to certify that it<br />

answers its purpose completely. It is particularly suited for application in work<br />

houses, as it can be used by old people and children. A healthy and capable man<br />

is able to make 800 to 1000 fauns (1 faun - 1.9 meters) a day on this machine.<br />

We should appredate it if this recommendation might help the inventor, who is an<br />

honest and ambitious young man, and who lives under very poor conditions.<br />

Bjorgby-Mygdal Sogneraad November 19,1870.<br />

Document #3<br />

Mrs. E.C.<br />

I was born in 1879. My parents leased a farm. When I was eight years old, my<br />

father died, leaving me and another daughter, four years old, as well as my<br />

mother. When the auction was over and the debts paid, there was little left. My<br />

mother had two sons from an earlier marriage, one fourteen and the other sixteen<br />

years old at the time <strong>of</strong> my father's death, but they were out working for others.<br />

So some years passed and we moved down to the village. Mother worked out for<br />

farmers, and in between she wove cotton material and sold it. Then my brothers<br />

went to America and sent her a little money now and then, and that helped<br />

enough so that she did not have to go the commune for help.<br />

When I was thirteen years old, I had to go out and work. I was only a child when<br />

I came to work for a railway crossing guard and stayed there a year. I got my<br />

food and one when I left. Mother had to provide my clothes. Then I stayed at<br />

home while I went and read for confirmation, to the great annoyance <strong>of</strong> the<br />

farmers around there. When I was sixteen I took service with a farmer. I had to<br />

work like a dog, go out and spread manure and dirt from the ditches during the<br />

summer and on the snowiest days <strong>of</strong> winter I had to carry water to eleven cows.<br />

This besides all the other work. Work every minute from six o'clock in the same<br />

morning until nine at night. Sundays and weekdays always the same. No wonder<br />

that hired girls do not want to work for farmers. Whoever had done it knows all<br />

too well what that means. The hired man <strong>of</strong>ten had hard work, but he has his<br />

room to go to when he has finished his work, and he has his noon break, but<br />

when does the hired girl get to rest? While the others take it easy around noon<br />

she has to run out into the woods and fields to milk, and then she has to wash<br />

dished when she is finished with that. By then the others are ready to go out to<br />

work again and naturally she has to go along, so it was for me, so it is for all<br />

farmers' hired girls. Never a free moment.

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