Industrial Revolution
Once I had to drop out of school, my life has been work. My name is Anne Smith and I’m about to turn 13. I live with my mother, father, and 3 brothers. I haven’t told mother yet that I haven’t been going to school. We live in a house, but it’s not really a home. My father is always gone doing petty work and mother is always tending to animals and sewing clothes for people. We aren’t a close-knit family, everyone is always gone. All for the same reason, we have no windows in the house right now and winters approaching. My family is also worrying about getting food the winter. We luckily have two pigs but they are skinny still because we have no food for them to eat. My mother has always had hope for me to go through school, marry well, and live higher then my family. I would love to have that in my future, but I feel like it’s unrealistic. I haven’t told my parents that I haven’t gone to school because they wouldn’t approve. I quit school on my own to help with money in my family, I only make a small amount but anything will help. I grab my school books in the morning and head off to “school”, at least that’s what mother thinks I’m doing. When in reality, I grab my books and run to work. I work as a textile worker, which means I make fabrics. I usually run the machine, makes shirts, tablecloth, curtains, and sometimes have to go fix the jams in the machine. I make a dollar a day, which isn’t much but it’ll do. They way I give the money to my family is that I usually sneak the money into fathers pants pocket. He hasn’t noticed yet, thankfully. I wonder how he thinks he gets the extra dollars, maybe he just forgets his pay. It makes me feel better to know that I know I’m helping with my families struggles.
September 6th, 1900
I’ve just came home from work to find windows in the house! This is amazing! It’s starting to get a little chilly at night so I’m extremely grateful for this. Work was very stressful today, I had to go into a machine to unjam the cotton. The scariest thing happened I was down in the machine pulling it up and it started working. The gears starting grinding and almost caught my fingers. I don’t even know what I would say or do or even react if that were to happen! On my way home all I could think about is the dangers I put myself through at work and if I should really be lying to my parents. Then my mind wonders to what if we didn’t have windows, what about the whole in the floor, what about the food...and then I know i’m doing the right thing.
September 21st, 1900
Today was terrible, I asked the older lady next to me how to fix a snag in a sweater and she pushed me on the ground and told me not to bother her with petty questions. Her name is Millie, she has 7 kids and she’s always grumpy. I know better than to talk to her because she hates kids but I thought a simple innocent question wouldn’t set her off like that. I think all the women today were a little tense because the room is so hott, our boss won’t open the windows. He says we aren’t here to relax and be comfortable, we are here to work and get things done. Usually, when it’s hot like this all the women are nagging and stubborn…..I should of know better I guess. I hate working there but money is money and my family needs it. One day this place is going to burn down, we work on the 5th floor and there is always sparks flying and starting fires. We have luckily been able to be on top of it but another problem we are coming to is that our machines are getting jammed. Once the machines are jammed we have to send little kids into them, which is usually me because there are only five other girls my age that are working here. The rest of the girls are young women or extremely old, so of course us little girls have to go in and risk our lives. So back to me falling off my chair today because some old hag! When I landed I thought that I may have broken my arm because I fell and heard a snap. My friend Emma who is only 11, helped me up. I knew something was wrong, my arm was all red and there was something pointing out. One of the old women came over and knew it was broken, she got two pieces of wood and wrap and got my arm all fixed up. She said I would have to wear it for three weeks, luckily I could still work. When I came home mother and father were so worried. They wanted to know what happened, where, why, and how. I feel so bad having to lie to my parents, but I know i’m doing it all for the right reasons. I told them that I was running after a boy in my class named Markus, and I tripped over a rock. That was my lie, that’s what defined my broken arm.
November 7th, 1900
My arm is all better, thankfully. Winter is here and my family has everything, just last week we killed our 200 pound pig! We have food and a stable house. I’ve never seen my family so happy. I think now that my family is back on track that I’m going to quit working at the mill and return to my class studies. I feel so bad lying to my parents, but at least now I can be honest to them.
September 6th, 1900
I’ve just came home from work to find windows in the house! This is amazing! It’s starting to get a little chilly at night so I’m extremely grateful for this. Work was very stressful today, I had to go into a machine to unjam the cotton. The scariest thing happened I was down in the machine pulling it up and it started working. The gears starting grinding and almost caught my fingers. I don’t even know what I would say or do or even react if that were to happen! On my way home all I could think about is the dangers I put myself through at work and if I should really be lying to my parents. Then my mind wonders to what if we didn’t have windows, what about the whole in the floor, what about the food...and then I know i’m doing the right thing.
September 21st, 1900
Today was terrible, I asked the older lady next to me how to fix a snag in a sweater and she pushed me on the ground and told me not to bother her with petty questions. Her name is Millie, she has 7 kids and she’s always grumpy. I know better than to talk to her because she hates kids but I thought a simple innocent question wouldn’t set her off like that. I think all the women today were a little tense because the room is so hott, our boss won’t open the windows. He says we aren’t here to relax and be comfortable, we are here to work and get things done. Usually, when it’s hot like this all the women are nagging and stubborn…..I should of know better I guess. I hate working there but money is money and my family needs it. One day this place is going to burn down, we work on the 5th floor and there is always sparks flying and starting fires. We have luckily been able to be on top of it but another problem we are coming to is that our machines are getting jammed. Once the machines are jammed we have to send little kids into them, which is usually me because there are only five other girls my age that are working here. The rest of the girls are young women or extremely old, so of course us little girls have to go in and risk our lives. So back to me falling off my chair today because some old hag! When I landed I thought that I may have broken my arm because I fell and heard a snap. My friend Emma who is only 11, helped me up. I knew something was wrong, my arm was all red and there was something pointing out. One of the old women came over and knew it was broken, she got two pieces of wood and wrap and got my arm all fixed up. She said I would have to wear it for three weeks, luckily I could still work. When I came home mother and father were so worried. They wanted to know what happened, where, why, and how. I feel so bad having to lie to my parents, but I know i’m doing it all for the right reasons. I told them that I was running after a boy in my class named Markus, and I tripped over a rock. That was my lie, that’s what defined my broken arm.
November 7th, 1900
My arm is all better, thankfully. Winter is here and my family has everything, just last week we killed our 200 pound pig! We have food and a stable house. I’ve never seen my family so happy. I think now that my family is back on track that I’m going to quit working at the mill and return to my class studies. I feel so bad lying to my parents, but at least now I can be honest to them.
ProGressive era
1) Is it appropriate for these women to be smiling?
2) *they are holding up a woman's right sign.
*they are smiling.
*they both seem very confident.
3)Women had little to no rights. Men laughed and frowned upon the fact women even wanted rights and equal treatment.
4) In this picture I think these two women are making a statement that you should never give up on what you want and smile while you’re at it.
2) *they are holding up a woman's right sign.
*they are smiling.
*they both seem very confident.
3)Women had little to no rights. Men laughed and frowned upon the fact women even wanted rights and equal treatment.
4) In this picture I think these two women are making a statement that you should never give up on what you want and smile while you’re at it.
1) Why are these children in the factory?
2) *they are on the machine, also barefoot
*they are small kids
3) Kids worked in the mills. They fixed the machines because they were smaller to get into tight places.
4)These two boys are mill workers adjusting something in the machine.
2) *they are on the machine, also barefoot
*they are small kids
3) Kids worked in the mills. They fixed the machines because they were smaller to get into tight places.
4)These two boys are mill workers adjusting something in the machine.