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Anne Forster's avatar

I had heard of this particular practice but didn't realise it had persisted into the second half of thd 20th Century.

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Sue Wilson's avatar

Thank you for this article. Several of my female ancestors - mostly weavers - died from lung disease. I am reminded of Julie Leibrich's poem "Kissing the Shuttle".

"It might have been an aunt of mine.

Or yours. This factory girl clattering

her way through seven o'clock silence.

Clog by clog, flinting up the morning dark

down weathered streets.

Clack signalled start. Listen for the crack

of steel on stone and look for the spark.

See the bench where she watched

the shuttle fly. Warping, wefting, weaving

till the yarn ran out.

That's when the kissing began.

Mouth to teak, sucking threads from India.

Taste the fibre in the lungs. Watch romance

slip away. But feel the quality of cotton

at the other end of day."

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