Essex Land Girls
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Four
The Working Day
Individual Accounts
Rene Wilkinson
In common with so many other Land Girls, Rene learnt a huge range of farming skills. She cut down ‘lucerne’ (also called alfalfa and harvested as hay for livestock fodder), dug ditches, pulled up sugar beet and kale, learnt how to do hedging and thatching, and looked after a pig farm. She worked mainly at Stansted Hall, the estate of Rab Butler MP, with the main house loaned out as a convalescent hostel for the Red Cross:
Pulling kale was unpleasant in the rain [as it grew] six feet high, and I hated picking Brussel sprouts in the snow. I loved fruit picking, though: raspberries, strawberries, blackberries, and working in the orchards with apples, pears and plums which you could add to the four slices you were handed for your lunch.
She remembers ‘working with East Enders who believed cows to be bulls because they had horns’ and that she had to drive ‘through the airport [Stansted] every morning, and saw the damaged aircraft’. It was the Americans who ‘provided waste food for the pigs’, but when ‘they showed any interest in the girls [in the hostel], Mrs Dover drove them away’. Her main memory of the pig farm was ‘the smell’ which she had to ‘wash off at the hostel’s ablutions before eating’ in the evening. Rene also recalls learning to use threshing tackle (the forerunner of the combine harvester) ‘with a steam roller, which was always breaking down’, but any downside was offset by ‘getting a good suntan’.
Betty Shaw
After working at a poultry farm, Betty took the ‘opportunity to work at Lord Rayleigh’s farm’ in Little Baddow because she had ‘some milking experience’, and there she helped ‘milk 220 cows every day’ with her friend Belle, an Australian. She added more skills – ‘all cowshed work including calving’ – before the army apparently ‘took the farm and the house’ meaning that she ‘moved to a bigger farm nearby, with 80 cows, eight milkers and first class cowsheds’.
The working day was ‘5 a.m. to 5 p.m. with a break for breakfast and dinner’. Betty ‘lodged at Danbury with an elderly couple’ and ‘cycled the 1½ miles each morning and evening’ even when there was ‘firing all around’. However, when her dad moved back to Leeds, she transferred to York and ended up in the Timber Corps.
Mary Marsh
Another dairy worker, Mary, was at Sewardstone Hall Farm in Epping ‘milking, mucking out, caring for calves, feeding calves, and looking after poultry’. She shared a large bedroom at the hall with five Land Girls (in three double beds). ‘We would be up at 4 a.m., a wash in cold water with jug and basin, no bathroom facilities; there was an outside loo. Tea in a thermos [was] saved from the night before, with a hunk of bread and dripping before milking, starting at 4.30.’ She also worked on Harlow Common at harvest time, and was one of those responsible for clearing land in Epping Forest prior to its cultivation. In complete contrast, Mary also had to contend with greenhouse temperatures in excess of 100 degrees when caring for tomatoes and cucumbers.
Dorothy Jennings
Although Dorothy (or ‘Doll’) kept diaries during the war years, these were a) tiny, and b) preoccupied with thoughts about teenage boys – as they would be! However, there are some insights into her working day at a variety of farms around Essex, when she lived at a number of different hostels:
7.9.43
First day trimming [hedges?], all on my own. Frightened and fed up.
15.9.43
Muck spreading today, not a bad job, makes your arms ache though.
17.9.43
Hoeing mangles [sic] today.
4.10.43
Hoeing cabbages again.
7.10.43
Didn’t like cutting cabbages much. They were soaking wet.
9.10.43
Weeding this morning. Rotten job. Mr Algie, the farmer, moans a lot.
23.10.43
Picking beans in the rain. Picked some for myself … had enough for dinner.
5.11.43
Tony gave me a mouse to hold. We wave to the lorries as they go by.
9.11.43
First ride on a tandem.
29.11.43
Started burning wood and then we had to sack chaff. Had quite a lark.
2.12.43
Working at land clearing. Vic and I were pulling a tree up and we both fell backwards into a puddle.
17.12.43
We had to pick-axe stumps of trees out, tired us out.
Dorothy Jennings’ (née Foster) extract from 1944 war diaries. (Courtesy of the Marion Dowling collection; image by author)
20.12.43
Learnt to ride a bike – fell off.
29.12.43
Hedging and chopping down trees. Not a bad job.
4.1.44
Mud slinging at Clay Tye [Upminster] this morning: freezing.
11.1.44
Sawing wood.
17.1.44
Should have been mud slinging but refused and went hedge trimming along side of road.
31.1.44
Hedging and then filling in bomb holes at Clay Tye Farm.
4.2.44
Hoeing the clover.
25.2.44
Ditching and baling.
22.3.44
Dug up parsnips and onions.
3.4.44
Cut cabbage, pulled onions and planted spuds and sweated.
5.4.44
Cut cabbage, then spinach, and went spudding.
24.5.44
Weeding leeks, and you want your glasses on to see them.
11.7.44
Picking spuds again.
12.7.44
Too tired to go out.
17.7.44
Pulled onions and harrowed spuds.
25.7.44
Fed up hoeing leeks.
4.8.44
Built a stack – hard work – boy, did I sweat – I was filthy dirty.
17.8.44
Pulling harvest onions.
22.8.44
Drizzled all the time. I was thoroughly miserable pulling onions.
13.9.44
Picked spuds then onions. My hands get ever so rough.
15.9.44
Picked spuds. Blackberrying.
10.10.44
Had the job of walking behind the digger, then hoeing, then riddling [sorting potatoes].
Barbara Rix
At Red House Farm, Wix, Barbara started milking forty cows at 5.30 a.m., having left her billet at 5 a.m. She used to think:
When this war is over, I will never get up before 8 a.m. I had hoar frost on my eyebrows … The farmer spent a lot of time in bed and I had to throw stones at his window to get him up; often ended up getting the cows in without him, even in cold and miserable weather. The cows usually came when called, except one morning they didn’t budge and I had to go and get them … [I did the] milking by machine, and had to start the engine in the mornings and had trouble getting it to work. After the cows, I helped the men in the fields cutting kale etc. It was a dairy – Friesians and red polls – and agricultural farm.
Other jobs included:
… mucking a field with a tractor with the farmer’s son on the back on the trailer, although he fell off after my first load and I didn’t notice until I was at the end of the field, and I had to go back for him. It was a big old Fordson and I drove it a lot … in the evening were the cows again and, during harvest, back again to the fields … I sat in the back [of an old car on the farm] while the farmer shot rabbits, and I had to collect them, but I didn’t like doing it. They weren’t particularly pests, but useful for meat, and you could sell them to butchers or use them for bartering.
She remembers the farmer saying on her first morning that ‘a good wind could blow you away’, but he was very kind, although the ‘men on the farm did laugh when my boots got stuck in the mud and came off’. Barbara also spoke of a ‘friend sent to hoe sugar beet, which had swedes in between, and she didn’t know so she hoed them up as well’.
Kathleen Firmin<
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Another Land Girl who spent most of her two years’ service in one place, Kathleen lived and worked in South Woodham Ferrers. She worked ‘on a small-holding helping with the bullocks, feeding them and fattening them up, shedding a few tears when it was their time to go’. There were ‘three other Land Girls and other farm workers’ on site. As she had some tractor training, she did ‘a lot of ploughing’ work, but also ‘pulled veg’.
Mary Page
I helped with the chickens and hay making. In the summer it was so hot that some of the girls would pull down the top of their dungarees and work in their undies, but they burnt terribly in the sun. One of my favourite jobs was cutting hay with the horses … Suffolk Punches. I drove the machinery. One day when I had a terrible thirst, a local man told me to go down the hill where there was a spring, so I cupped my hands and have never tasted anything so beautiful.
Mary Page and equine companion. (Courtesy of the Braintree District Museum Trust)
At one stage, she worked with a ‘Guernsey herd’ at Mr Wisbey’s farm in Pebmarsh:
I had to be ready for work at 6 a.m., then went home [the billet next door] for breakfast. Then I did a twelve-mile milk round with the pony and cart around Twinstead, Alphamstone, etc. returning at 12.30 to wash the bottles and sterilise them before going ‘home’ for lunch. In the afternoon, I was milking again and other duties.
The pony was called Gypsy, and Mary tells of him struggling in the winter to climb a steep, icy hill – until she ‘took off my own socks and shoes and put them on the horse’s hooves, which worked’. She said that she ‘would love to do it all again’ and felt like she ‘had died and gone to heaven doing that milk round … and loved Gypsy. I was so happy. Everyone was so friendly… in Pebmarsh, you wouldn’t know there was a war on.’
Babs Newman
‘Farmers would tell the hostel [at Takeley] how many girls they needed, and the lorries would take us to different farms.’ You could spend the days in a variety of ways: ‘Hedging, ditching, potato picking, pruning fruit trees, chopping and hoeing sugar beet … milking.’
For Babs, the ‘hardest work was threshing’, but the ‘best time was harvest when the farmer and his wife gave us jugs of cider and lumps of cheese … bread and dripping sandwiches for lunch made by the warden at the hostel. The food was quite good, but there was only one bathroom and always a queue.’ She mentions the ‘scramble for the bathroom’ when arriving back ‘hot, tired and dusty’.
She has lovely memories of ‘cockneys, wonderful company, singing in the fields … Tea, coffee, bread and cheese were brought out by the farmer around 5 p.m. during harvest’ and the regular hostel dinner seems to have been ‘stew and dumplings’.
Margaret Penfold
‘Open back lorries collected us at dawn [mainly from Halstead billets], and I never saw a farmer! I was dumped in a field with sandwiches and a flask until teatime … I think we were allowed a few extra ounces of cheese … we had to use hedges or haystacks to hide behind if we needed relief’ which seemed to involve dispensing with ‘the mac, the belt, the breeches, and the underwear’!
The work varied from ‘field work to market gardening, picking potatoes, pulling and trimming sugar beet, hedging and ditching’. At one farm in Boreham, she ‘learnt to drive’ so she could do milk deliveries. ‘There was no dairy herd’ which meant no milking, but milk ‘was delivered in churns and had to be bottled and sorted into half pint bottles and smaller [one third of a pint] for schools’. Her favourite memory is of ‘delivering milk to Danbury and other villages, with hardly any traffic’.
Edna Green
While at Graveleys near Hartford End, Edna reminisced about how ‘wonderful’ it was:
… [to] be part of that tiny village … greeted that first morning by the old local shepherd, Rushie, an old clay pipe in his mouth, an old cap on his head, a crook in one hand and an old sack tied around his waist. He was moving his flock to new pastures where the fresh green grass was plentiful for his pregnant ewes; soon it would be the lambing season and for this gentle man it meant weeks sleeping in an improvised shelter in the corner of a field, keeping the lambs safe from hungry marauding foxes. It was all so new to me. I had never seen anything like this before; the only time I had seen so many live sheep was at Romford cattle market … I collected eggs, looked after chickens and pigs, took the horse to the blacksmith … Ethel [the other Land Girl in the billet] didn’t stay very long so I worked alone on the farm.
But the company of ‘Bob, the old redundant farm collie’ kept her from feeling lonely, and she particularly ‘loved old Blossom, the shire horse that was used for the ploughing’ and who she ‘harnessed up for the hard day’s work in the field’ with the help of ‘a tasty titbit for her’ kept in her dungarees. At Hudson’s Nursery, Waltham Abbey, she worked with ‘girls from Silvertown [East London] to Southend’ mainly in the greenhouses ‘growing tomatoes’ but also in ‘an orchard of apple trees’.
Iris Richardson
Enjoyed the variety and the physicality of ‘pulling mangels, picking sprouts, pea and potato picking’ at a variety of farms in ‘Canewdon, Paglesham, and Shopland’ working with girls mainly ‘brought in by lorry’ from a ‘hostel in the Rayleigh area’. Harvest time meant ‘overtime because of the stooking and the hay-making, which had to be done on hot days. This was very satisfying.’
Iris Richardson (née Smith) looking happy. (Courtesy of Iris Richardson)
Lillian Woodham
Billeted in Ockendon, Lillian worked local farms with Land Girls mainly from Romford and Upminster. She remembers five years of hard work, mainly with ‘Mr Offord and his son who had two agricultural farms’ where she enjoyed ‘working with the horses, ploughing, guiding them with reins, leading them in tumble carts, helping to feed them and keeping them clean’. Although she:
… learnt to use the tractor, I was very nervous and didn’t want to do it … when the farmer asked me … I hadn’t driven anything at that time. He stood on the back and told me what to do. I managed on the straight lane but when we came to a corner, I could not find the courage to turn the corner.
As with others, she remembers working in the frost and snow, ‘cutting cabbage and picking Brussels sprouts from their stalks which were covered in ice. By the time we had finished we had to break the icicles off the bottom of our coats.’ A lot of time was also spent:
… packing boxes of radishes, spring onions, parsnips, beetroot and potatoes ready for loading on to a big lorry to reach the London market by 4 a.m. on a Monday morning, which usually meant working weekends … [another] weekend job, when we started at 7 a.m. and finished at 4 p.m., was harrowing the fields after the potato pickers to make sure none had been left behind.
She seemed proud of the fact that she was ‘the only one to throw cow-dung on to the rhubarb’, something the other girls avoided.
Eva Parratt
There is a personal account of Eva’s experiences written for her family, which refers to working for the WLA at Maypole Farm in Layer-de-la-Haye and in farms at Fobbing and Corringham, among others. While billeted in the hostel at Peldon, Eva wrote of ‘sawing huge trees down by hand, clearing hedgerows and digging ditches … Ditching was a specialist job – three spade widths at the top and one at the bottom.’ An account of one harvest reads:
The corn was cut with a cutter and binder which made sheaves of corn which were then thrown out on to the field in lines. Usually, the binder was drawn by a horse or maybe two horses, sometimes an early tractor. The Land Girls then picked up the sheaves and stood them into stooks, about three or four sheaves on each side, propped up together … when dry, the sheaves had to be loaded on to a cart and carried to where the corn stack was to be made. The loading on to the cart had to be done in a special way … I stood on the cart and the men pitched the sheaves up with a pitchfork … then we had to hold on tight as the cart was drawn by horses to where the stack was being made [especially hazardous when they came across a water furrow].