"From Crow-Scaring to Westminster: An Autobiography" by George Edwards. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
Оглавление
Edwards George. From Crow-Scaring to Westminster: An Autobiography
From Crow-Scaring to Westminster: An Autobiography
Table of Contents
FOREWORD
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER I THE HUNGRY FORTIES
CHAPTER II A WAGE EARNER
CHAPTER III EDUCATION AT LAST
CHAPTER IV PIONEERS AND VICTIMS
CHAPTER V DARE TO BE A UNION MAN
CHAPTER VI A DEFEAT AND A VICTORY
CHAPTER VII DARK DAYS
CHAPTER VIII FAREWELLS
CHAPTER IX RESURRECTIONS
CHAPTER X SUCCESS AT LAST
CHAPTER XI UNREST
CHAPTER XII THE GREAT STRIKE
CHAPTER XIII DEFEAT
CHAPTER XIV PARTING FROM OLD FRIENDS
CHAPTER XV THE NEW MODEL
CHAPTER XVI THE GREAT WAR
CHAPTER XVII THE LABOUR PARTY
CHAPTER XVIII PARLIAMENT
INDEX
Отрывок из книги
George Edwards
Published by Good Press, 2019
.....
I was then four years of age, and the hardships of those days will never be erased from my memory. My father's wages were not sufficient to buy bread alone for the family by 4s. per week. My eldest brother Joseph, who was twelve years old, was at work for 1s. 6d. per week, my second brother John, ten years old, was working for 1s. 2d. per week. My sister worked filling bobbins by the aid of a rough hand machine to assist my mother in weaving. My step-brothers apprenticed themselves to the carpentering and joinery trade by the aid of a little money which was left them by their late father's brother, who died in South America. My other stepbrother went to sea.
In order to save the family from actual starvation my father, night by night, took a few turnips from his master's field. These were boiled by my mother for the children's supper. The bread we had to eat was meal bread of the coarsest kind, and of this we had not half enough.
