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Great photos, especially the Burtons ones, I have the idea that my mother used to work at Burtons but I think that was my grandmother, my mother used to work at a tailoring factory place called Bainbridges which I think is the building known to all as Jacobs Well now.

I think everyone in Leeds probably would have known someone who worked at Burtons in the 1940s and 50s as it was the largest clothing factory in the world at that time.

Oh, and the first comment that says that those photos from the 1950s are like Victorian images gets a ban ok ?

Signed

Modorator in disguise born in 1956 and known to play cricket on the streets of Burley just like those kids in those photos.

Yeah, and you were a rubbish batsman; fell for the leg-trap every time.

When the season changed from cricket to rugby (via whip-and-top and hopscotch) me and a lad called Chris whose father was the local window cleaner, invented the run-around from the scrum base (on Thornville Road), honed it to perfection, only to have it pinched by Lewis Jones and Colin Evans up t'road who claimed it as their own. They later incorporated Ken Thornett into the move when we threatened 'em with a patent violation.

Nah....my mate Tim and I perfected the run-around and "hanging pass" in Becketts Park. Problem was we didn't have a Kenny Thornett...(or anyone one else) to take it at full belt, which meant that so well practiced pass always ended up on the grass. Never seemed to matter as we had no opposition either so Rosenberg always scored in the corner!!

My old man worked at Burtons from leaving school at 15 in 1957 right through to his retirement in 2007. He was probably the last person they'll ever give a 50-year long service award to, given their insistence now on offering fixed term contracts to a lot of new staff.

He started as an apprentice in tailoring when they still made clothes at the Hudson Road side, shifting onto the transport and warehousing side when production ceased (some time in the 1970s).

When I was still at school, my mother also worked evenings on that site in the credit control side. Have vivid memories of walking with my Dad in the dusk through the site to go collect her, with bats swooping in and out of the warehouses.

It's also the site of my first two temporary jobs after leaving school, working for my Dad. Not an experience I think I could repeat now without resorting to violence.

No opposition? Luxury!

There were five lampposts between where I lived (in Thornville Grove) and my Grandma's (in Harold Grove) and during my numerous journeys twixt the two homes every single one of those lampposts either bought an outrageous dummy or succumbed to my version of Wilf Rosenberg's body swerve.

I'm pretty sure now that it was the tailoring mill at Jacobs Well where my mother was a machinist from '45 to '56-ish along with thousands of other women - it never happened to her but she had numorous tales of girls who had to be cut from their sewing machines and taken to the LGI because they got their fingers too close to the business end of the big industrial sewing machines and ended up with the needle right through their finger ends - that was like a horror story to send you to bed with when I was a kid

My gran lost a finger just round the corner from where my Dad worked. She was at the old Crockatts (now Johnsons) dry cleaning factory on Stoney Rock Lane and trapped it in a clothes press.

Had it amputated and was back at work a couple of weeks later. Not a thought of legal action, no phone calls or emails from ambulance chasing solicitors trying to get her compensation.

I don't know and I haven't a clue why it was always a favourite port of call especially on the last working day before christmas and all of the office typing pools in central Leeds seemed to gather there to get well and truly hammered at dinnertime through to teatime

The days when you would stand in a pub rammed in like a lock-out all-ticket south stand at Headingley are long gone and you'd all be arrested by Operation Yewtree detectives if you carried on like that these days