A Boy's Own Dale [antikvár]

Grandad Grandad was to do-it-yourself what a hammer is to brain surgery. So at seventy, when they made him retire from the gasworks, it seemed a bit strange for him to start working for Mr Frankland, who owned the sawmill and joinery works. Fifty-odd years he'd worked at the gasworks as a stoker. The gasworks never stopped; all year round three men each had an eight-hour shift, and Grandad was one of them. If anyone was off the others had to cope. When stripped to the waist Grandad's wiry, sinewy frame was a joke to the others. But many's the time I've seen the reflection of the white-hot retorts on the sweat of his body. He shovelled the coal into the open banks of retorts, working right 13