Posted by Jane My father was a Docker, so was his father and so was his father. Three generation of Dockers.
on 8/26/2006, 2:01 am
Keep up the good work John, a lot of Liverpool history there!!
My father told me that on the docks men used to be herded into a pen like animals where they stood in a mass hoping to be selected for a job unloading the ships. It was said that if you bought the foreman a drink in the crowded Dock Road pub, you stood a chance of being taken on and taking wages home for the family. The proud ones did not get taken on. The bitterness engendered in those days poisoned the labour relations on the Liverpool Docks for many years. My dad was one of the proud ones, but we survived.
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