“…the challenge is to level set, to be comfortable with the undone, with the cycle of never-ending. We were trained to finish our homework, our peas and our chores. Today, we’re never finished, and that’s okay.
It’s a dance, not an endless grind.”
In memory of those men and their families who died during the construction of the Settle-Carlisle Railway and are buried in the Churchyard.
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To the memory of those who through accidents lost their lives in constructing the railway works…
“You know, I’m not just being nostalgic and sentimental and unpractical about railways. Railways are bound to be used again. They’re not a thing of the past, and it’s heartbreaking to see them left to rot, and to see the fine men who serve them all their lives made uncertain about their own…
A forgotten profession: In the days before alarm clocks were widely affordable, people like Mary Smith of Brenton Street were employed to rouse sleeping people in the early hours of the morning. They were commonly known as ‘knocker-ups’ or ‘knocker-uppers’. Mrs. Smith was paid sixpence a week to shoot dried peas at market workers’ windows in Limehouse Fields, London. Photograph from Philip Davies’ Lost London: 1870-1945.
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