In my case, my mother suggested that a summer job would keep me out of mischief or something! Seems she had one all lined up for me. All I had to do was show up at one of the local greenhouses and they would put me to work.
This was in 1950 just after my eleventh birthday so I got an early start on looking after plants and such. Mother told me not to expect much in the way of wages as I didn't know very much. Mothers know their kids!
The boss asked me how much I wanted per week, and I said I dont know very much and whatever he thought I was worth would do! So he figured a pound a week would be about right. Now for an eleven year old that was a lot of money, but I did earn it putting in a 44 hour week.
I did learn a lot over the next few years and I enjoyed the work. Even though some of it was heavey manual labour. A lot of the work was peaceful and gave a person time to think and enjoy the out doors. Mothers know what is best for their kids it seems.
When I first started work they use to send the tomatoes to market in the round wicker baskets, but they went out of style shortly afterwards. I always liked those baskets, they remind me of the paintings of covent garden and the porters with them piled on their heads.
After my first summer holidays were over I stayed on working on Saturdays and any other day I didn't have to go to school. I got a big raise then to a shilling an hour! I guess I must have learnt something that summer.
During the winter they use to bring in a traction steam engin, which generated the steam to steralize the soil in the greenhouses. Now this was hard work as the pipes had to be buried down a long ways, like about 18 inches so it was double digging and wheeling in the manure. I don't think it did me any harm and it still left me time to be a kid during the evenings and what was left of the weekends.
Anyway that job gave me my start in the enjoyment of gardening, how about you?







is there such a word?). I think it was through necessity as I grew up postwar and money was short. I
can't remember ever helping in his gardens, mainly because he was so impatient and wasn't prepared/able to teach me what to do. However, as soon as I
left home and became friendly with a short-term boyfriends' mother I set to and helped her in her garden and I think that must have triggered an interest.







Fenman, thanks for starting what looks to be a super thread.





CWM 







