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Jeremy O’Dwyer

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10 year BU man Jeremy Dwyer has sent us the following photos from his time working in sales.

“I worked for BUSM from 1983 to 1993.  I can’t recall exact dates, however:

  • UK sales, working alongside the likes of Peter Dexter.  In initially in the midlands and then a couple of years in Lancashire with Stan Ashworth.
  • A couple of years in a newly form team targeting the leathergoods manufacturing
  • Remaining years in export sales working for Mike Eliseou

The first picture. Is the automatic seeming machine technical/sales team.  Left to right: Dilip Jagjivan, (unknown), Ann Stafford and me.”

 

“The second picture is of Nick Tolton and myself.  The Japanese agent took the whole company away for a weekend and we were there to coincide with that.  What a weekend that was!”

“My Dad. Mum and younger brother all did stints working for the company, so quite a family affair.”

Date posted: June 30, 2020

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Information Needed

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We’ve had a request for information about BU machinery.

See what you make of these, and if you can assist please email info@buhistory.org.uk

Sam Hale in Macclesfield would like to know what he’s got here…. Does anyone know – looks pretty old.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Date posted: May 24, 2020

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Thank you, Lynne Nickson, for this beautiful photo. It includes her cousin, Herbert Diggle (middle row, second right), who was born in 1920. This photo is from maybe 1940? On the back it says ‘BU’ and the board in the photo reads ‘Group Personnel’. Many BU staff were given reserved occupation status as their work was vital to the war effort. Could this be a BU Home Guard unit?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We’ve also heard from Philip Kendall, whose mother, Beatrice Anne McTighe, worked in a secretarial capacity at BU between 1937 and 1942. I know it’s a long-shot, but does anyone remember her?

Julian Keeber wants to know if anyone knew his father, Stan Keeber. He would love to know if anyone has any stories or photos. He worked there during the 60s’ 70s and 80s.

Also, Nick Wilkinson’s great uncle was a BU man. Bill Penny, does anyone remember him? Not sure which years.

Please send an email to info@buhistory.org.uk if you can help. Thanks so much.

Date posted: May 17, 2020

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The Hamylton Family and BU

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Christine Shaw has written to us about her aunts and an uncle who worked at BU many years ago – Will anyone remember them? Their time working there took place between the 1920s and 1960s.

The story is certainly an interesting one.

A century ago William Hamylton and his wife lived on Humberstone Road in Leicester. They had six children, four girls and two boys. William is recorded in the Kelly’s Directory of 1936 as being an Illusionist by trade! Christine remembers him to be “a clever man who turned his hand to many different things, even to making suits for my father (Clarence) and Uncle Max.”

Clarence became an outstanding optician. His firm, Henry Smith and Hamylton Opticians, are still flourishing to this day with branches across Leicester. Sadly, Clarence passed away at a young age in 1962 while his own children were still of school age.

His brother, Max, worked at BU, as did three of his four sisters; Gladys, Dorothy and Gwen – Phyllis stayed at home to help her mother. Christine has the BU Quarter Century (25 years unbroken service) certificates for each of them. Unusually perhaps, none of the four girls got married. Instead they stayed living together at the family home for all of their lives, initially on Humberstone Road, then moving across town to a house on Welford Road in 1953.

 

The first picture is of Gwen. She started at BU on 14th April 1928 and worked in the Cashiers Dept.

The second photo is of Dorothy (often known as Dean) and Gwen, taken on the Island of Sark (Dorothy on the left and Gwen on the right).

The third photo is of Max Hamylton; “My Uncle Max was in the  Engineers Dept. And was well known for his meticulous work.”

The fourth photo is of the four Hamylton sisters together; from the left, Dorothy, Gwen, Phyllis and Gladys. The lady on the far right is their friend, another Dorothy.

William, their father, died on Christmas Day, either 1956 or 57. “My Aunt Gwen, who was the youngest, lived until Easter Sunday 2008 and died at the same Welford Road house.”

Quite an extraordinary story, but actually not that unusual. During the twentieth century many working families were intrinsically linked with their employers, across the generations. Sons, daughters, fathers, brothers, all working in the same factory, often living close by their work and even life outside work would involve the company social club, events and sports teams.

This all changed during the last quarter of the century as right across Britain the big manufacturing firms gradually closed down. With their demise, so did this way of life also disappear.

If anyone remembers any of the Hamylton family it would be fantastic to hear from you. Please email to info@buhistory.org.uk

 

And thank you, Christine, for sharing your memories of your family and BU.

Date posted: April 30, 2020

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Stan Preston

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We’ve had some great correspondence from Stan Preston, who now lives in New Zealand.

Stan was BU for over 25 years and emigrated in 1974. He even features (just!) on our ‘BU People’ book cover photo of the Knife Shop. He was 14 years old at the time – this was back in the 1950s – and Stan is mostly obscured on the back row.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I can remember every person on the photo and what their job was; even the man from the union works office with his arms folded. The Merall twins, middle front row, and the Foreman in white to the far right.”

Stan also worked in the TD department, then in X2. After numerous problems with management Stan moved to NZ in 1974.  “I read much about how ex workers so enjoyed their time at the BU. There certainly was a good social side, but I could write a book about the VERY bad side. The BU lost a lot of skilled people through bad management.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“This photo is the BU Archery club taken at Mowmaker Hill BU grounds in Birstall (long ago).

Second from the left is Flint (forgot his first name) Third from right is Chris Lloyd from Birstall who worked in the drawing office. Far right is myself (on the back row). All the rest I remember the faces but have forgotten the names. In those days we all shot long bows, or as in the photo, steel recurves.

I shot recurve then when I got too old I shot a compound. I was once NZ champion, but the last time I shot three arrows two ended up in the grass & one on the edge of the target butt.”

The second photo is again the BU Archery club; Stan is the second archer in.

And the final photo is much more recent and taken in New Zealand.”

I am wearing a hat I purchased from a shop opposite the BU many years ago on the way to Cossington Street swimming baths where I taught life saving; it was snowing at the time and I didn’t have much hair to keep me warm.”

 

It is the same with my swimming – I was once an instructor at BU in life saving classes – But now I cant even walk down the pool steps (not good being old).”

Date posted: March 2, 2020

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No.9 Upper Skiving Machine

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Anthony Mansfield has sent us a request – “Is there any chance you or one of your members would have any information (instruction or parts manual) for a BUSM No.9 Upper Skiving Machine? I have one and after a lot of cleaning and oiling it is working a treat but I foresee the day when I will need to change blades and stones and adjust everything. A manual would be very handy!”

Email info@buhistory.org.uk if you can help.

Thanks.

Date posted: September 9, 2019

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Rod Cripps in Australia needs...

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Hi –  I am from Melbourne Australia. I have an old BU machine, serial number 5291, hand operated, with gold-leaf writing on the hand-wheel.

I can’t see any model numbers or other identification on it anywhere – it was probably the only model of it’s type when it was made, but the gold painting is not the best in places so there could have been something there somewhere.

The serial number is stamped on both the rim of the hand-wheel and the frame of the machine beside the top of the needle slide.

It has the long (approx 1-3/4”) shuttle with a long slot on the bottom and a number of holes on the top surface, and the thin bobbin spindle.    The wear around the holes on the top surface indicate a considerable amount of use.   There is also a lot of wear on the lever which drives the needle and the thread guide “knob” which rides on the top of it, just above the needle. I will fix this (I am at a loss at the moment as to why the thread guide was on this separate lever, unless there is a spring or something missing but i can’t see where anything else may have been).

My questions to you are:

Can you tell me approx. when it might have been made?

What thickness leather where they made to sew? Saddles? Harness?

Are suitable needles still available?   The one needle I have is approx. 93mm long, 84mm to the eye, and 2.5mm diameter.  What would the modern designation of suitable needles be – Imperail and metric if possible.

There is a thread guide on a slotted fixed arm mounted on the frame beside the needle slide, and this is guide is adjustable in the slot.   The purpose of this adjustment?

I want to get it working again. It is in generally good working order, the paint is poor,  but otherwise it has survived well considering the obvious use it has had. I think the main problem with it at the moment is probably a badly worn needle which is fraying the thread.

Thanks – Rod Cripps.

If you can help with any of Rod’s questions please send an email to info@buhistory.org.uk Thanks!

Date posted: June 4, 2019

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JACK BETHEL

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Tony Ingham has written to us about his grandfather, Jack (David John) Bethel. Wonderful memories of growing up in Leicester and BU.

“I was born in Leicester in June, 1942, when my father was away in the REME in the Channel Ports Division. He had served in the RAOC initially and was in the BEF in France. He was evacuated through Dunkirk in 1940.
My mother took me home to 44 Hunter Road where we lived with my grandparents, David John (Jack) and
Annie Bethel, until after the War had ended.  Father returned in 1946. I was the only one of four grandchildren to live with them. Mother worked in the Hosiery industry and grandmother had a large machine from one of the hosiery companies from time to time in the back room at home and did outwork. She, of course looked after me at home. They had bought the house, which was unusual in those days.

I attach one photograph of Jack and Annie Bethel taken from the wedding photographs of my parents in 1939, which someof your older readers might recognise them from.

Jack Bethel, as he would have been known by his colleagues had well over 40 years service with the BU and retired in 1955, aged 65, on pension from the BU which he was so proud of. He was born in Wales and came to the Midlands with his parents and siblings to live in the Nottingham area. His grandfather had been killed in the largest mining disaster ever in the Country in 1878, in Abercarn, leaving the family without parents as the mother had died before. His father was a carpenter and could find work other than in the pits and worked on canals, rising to Inspector of Canals in the Nottingham area. I know from what had been said that Jack had even been down the mines in the Nottingham area when he was short of work but did not stay. He was medically unfit to be called up.

Somehow he came to Leicester and lodged in the Coral Street area of Belgrave near to where his wife-to-be Annie also lived. He had somehow gained experience on a metal-planing machine and that is what he found work with at the BU, where he stayed for the rest of his working life. I recall going down Law Street, Belgrave when I was young and about one third of the way along the factory building from Ross’ Walk I found the point where his machine was. I knew where to look as he had taken me to an open day at the factory and I had seen where he worked inside, which was massive to a small boy. The
windows were high and blocked out on the lower panes but I often attracted someone’s attention inside and they would sometimes fetch Jack to wave to me! It was the original factory building then with camouflage paint still showing on the brickwork as I always pointed out to my own children when visiting.
The amazing thing about him was that he was what they called in those days, ‘stone deaf’. Some family affliction had made some of his siblings and parents deaf and it caught up with him in his late teens to early twenties, after he had learned to speak as a hearing person, which helped him greatly. Nowadays he would not have stood a chance working on machinery of the sort he did, being hearing impaired but he got the job and stayed with it! The Health and Safety gurus nowadays would have a fit! He only had one accident to my knowledge in all of his service with the BU when his hand was caught in the machine and he had an index finger amputated. That just made him all the more of a hero to us children, arm in a sling and a big bandage! When he recovered he went straight back on the same machine until the end of his service.
He was a marvel at lip-reading and my youngest daughter, having known her great-grandfather all her life asked me one day, “Is grandfather deaf? and we all fell about laughing as she really did not know. We did not have much of a garden at Hunter Road as there was a concrete-roofed air-raid shelter covering most of it but a strip was still available. He would lurk in the entry at weekends and wait for the milk cart, drawn by a horse, and as soon as it left some ‘presents’ on the road he would be the first to nip out with dustpan and bucket and collect it for the garden. What he did not use at home he would take in a sack to his allotment. His favourite thing at the weekends at lunchtime was to walk round to the Institute in Hildyard Road
for a couple of pints with some cronies, who also had no trouble communicating with him as he lip-read them too. When I visited as an adult he took great pleasure, and it was mutual, in walking round with me to the Institute and showing me off.
As a child my life was very much marked by ‘the hooter’ of the BU and we did not need a clock. I echo the words of the other lady who also lived in Hunter Road and mentioned the mass of humanity emerging from the factory at closing time. I lost track of the BU after Jack died (he was 92 years of age) and was horrified to hear of what happened to the Company and of course the pension fund. He would have been heartbroken that any such thing had happened to his beloved works. The pension kept him and grandmother in comfort for the whole of the rest of their lives, their needs being very small. My
parents and I moved into rented house of our own in about 1948 but I still spent much time with Jack and grandmother until I moved away to Worcestershire in 1961. I always visited whenever I could for the best oxtail stew ever on a Saturday lunchtime, after a couple of pints at the Institute.
As long as they were able they came to us in Worcestershire for holidays each summer and were welcomed by our three children. My daughter has two of their kitchen-type chairs and is waiting anxiously for me to pop my clogs so she can get her hands on the brass bedstead, mangle, dolly-tub and dolly plunger, all from Hunter Road. A similar era rocking horse came from the neighbours at 42 Hunter Road, Mr and Mrs James, and she has her eyes on that too! What are children like? She will value it all as coming from her great-grandparents.
One last thing I recall about Hunter Road is that it was unadopted and cobbled, and with gas lighting when I was a child. There were great hollows in the road caused by subsidence of some sort and of course being unadopted they stayed and were not repaired. When it rained a lot they made wonderful big puddles to play around.
One last question to anyone reading this. Over the years my mother lost or misplaced many family photographs and one which I longed to have was of the VE or VJ Day street party in Hunter Road, with a loaded table up the middle of the street. The photograph of course vanished. I would love to have a copy of this if anyone has one and will pay any reasonable costs incurred.”

Tony Ingham, May 2019

Date posted: May 27, 2019

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Dick Allen

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We have had a lovely contact from Richard ‘Dick’ Allen – who has only just found the BU History site, after many years wondering what had become of the company and people he used to work with.

“I joined the BU in 1978, working as a Sales and Purchase Administrator in the old Materials Division building on Hildyard Road ( still there I believe, as a clothing company? ). Stayed throughout the various changes from BU to Emhart to Texon etc – finally ended as Technical Sales Manger for the IVI Tack & Nail Factory and travelling to Europe and the Americas to promote the range.

Just before I left we were sending a 20 tonne container of Carpet Gripper tacks every week to Los Angeles for one of the largest manufacturers of carpet gripper strips in the world!

I remember working with several BU technicians on the side lasting machines and heel attaching ones as well. Mick Lambell was our Buyer in IVI – I wonder if his Italian is still fluent!

Received my 25 year award ( cannot remember if there was still an official Quarter Century Club by then ) in 2003.”

Picture of presentation below. Dick is centre front row. Also includes Mick Garrett, Mick Lambell, Simon Ward and Stan Barnes.

The second photo is of the Materials Division football team. Some other players in this picture are Paul Price, Jeff Kirby, John Rowley & Alan Brown.

Fond memories of all the people I met and worked with, in the best company I ever worked at.

Kind regards – Dick Allen

Incidentally, we made a short video of the IVI back in 2014. Click on the link  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXKGZVxyxUg

 

Date posted: May 17, 2019

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Ian Breward – BU Memories

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Ian Breward has shared some of his family memories of BU

“I live in Spain and South Africa now, and I last visited the UK some six years ago.

My father told me in about 1937 that he and his mate were out of work and had heard that the BU had vacancies; they went to McDonald road where the queue was down the street and as they got nearer to the table where the interviews were being conducted they could see time and time again men were being turned away, their skills were not wanted (metal workers). My dad arrived at the deck and said he was a wood machinist and him and his mate were taken on, the only two that day. That was the start of 36 years working for the BU.

My dads name was Walter Breward. My mum and my uncle also worked for BU, including the war years; dad ended up in the drawing office stores.

One day my dad was working on a roof and fell off breaking his arm. After that he worked in the drawing office stores. He told me he did not like piece work. He was a member of the 25-year club. As a family we went to the BU concerts on a weekend sitting on a bench at Hildyard Road and watching the acts. The street in the photo below is where I lived up to 6 years of age, on the left-hand side, 112 Wand Street. At the bottom is Ross Walk and BU. We later moved to 20 Rowan Street off Fosse Road North.

While at Wand Street, I must have been five or six, I had a three-wheel bike and I decided to cross over the road on the corner of Wand Street and Ross Walk. I started across and the BU buzzer went and all the workers came rushing out of the factory and one crashed in to me. I ran home in tears; the bike rider came to my house and showed my dad what had happened. My dad fixed his bike – a long time later my dad realised that the cyclist had been on the wrong side of the road! I often used to play in the gap between the concertina doors that closed the gates.

I started at BU at 8.30am on the 5th January 1959 with 146 other boys. I was 15 years old. I was an apprentice from 1959 to 1965.

We were photographed and given a number and a white boiler suit and taken to AT (Apprentice Training) and given a place on a bench. The next three weeks we were shown how to use small tools. At 18 I was transferred back to AT to teach the new apprentices.

I went from AT to B dept. I asked the foreman why they called it the salt mines down there. He said If you last there you will be able to work anywhere, and he was right. I spent one year there. It’s bad. The dept was below ground, no light from windows and there was a mist in the room all the time. some of the concrete floor had gone and soil was left.

I first worked on the bench next to a blind guy who sold cigs one at a time. I did tapping all day. I only did not make my wage one week and was told that if I did not make it again I was out, but I always made it after that. Next, I was put on the automatic tapping machines; each operation was for three months. After that I was put on the tumbling machines; I would fill them up first thing in the morning and again after lunch with sulphur and other chemicals – there were no masks!

This is where I worked when I was in HA (Heavy assembly). I built the number 7 clicker press, five at a time, on piece work. One day I was working there and a group of older guys walked in and all the other guys in the dept started looking busy. I thought it was the directors. But it was the old foreman, he had left five years earlier and they were still terrified of him. The foreman I worked under sat on a desk 18 inches above the floor (he read his bible each day) so he could see right down the room. I was told not to ask him for a requisition for a broken drill or reamer etc. I broke a one-eighth drill and said I was going to get a requisition; the guys said, are you mad go and buy one from a shop in Churchgate, we do. No, I said, so I worked my way down to his desk  and all the guys were watching. I ask him for one and he signed one for me. They told me no one had ever done that before.

The job was hard work, I never made the time so I would put in extra time for finishing off things that had not been done properly. In the end they said they would re-time me. One day a guy in a suit and my foreman came to where I was working on a lathe and asked me to stop work. The guy in the suit said what we are going to do to help you is pay you 75% of what you make. I said how is that going to help me. Try it and you will see they said. I said you take off your coat and I will take off my boiler suit and you can have a go and whatever time you do it in a will except 50% for the job because I know I am faster than you. He was the time and study guy. As I was talking my father arrived.The supervisor said to him tell Ian to except what we are doing. My father said at home I am responsible for him at work you are and left. I asked why he came down he said he was told to go and see me.

I was in the cutting dept at the age of 21. I was on a highly specialised job. A guy down the room was unskilled and he did the same three jobs every day as he could not have done any other. We had just been paid and he came down to me and said look at what I get, £ 22 a week. He knew I was not on that, I was on £ 9 a week on piece work. Well, that hit a bad chord with me so I asked the foreman for a meeting with the apprentice training guy in personal. He came back to say they were busy, so I asked him for a pass out; he asked why and I told him. He said but you will all ways have bread on your table as a skilled guy. I said, but it will take me three years to earn what he earns in one. Not good. I went out and went over to the Brush factory in Loughborough and then Rolls Royce, but no jobs. I was on my way back down Melton Road and I passed the AEI. So I went in they said they would take me on at £ 15 a week. I said, is it piece work, they said, no you get that each week.

I put my notice in on the Monday and each day after that they would take me into the foreman’s office and tried to persuade me to stay; they even offered me a job on the Vulcanising section at £ 30 a week, but it was for seven days. I left.

I was at BU for six years and six weeks. I started with 146 other boys on the morning and when I finished my apprenticeship and was presented with the indentures there was only five of us left. So hard; 44 hours a week.

I still have the tool box and all the letters to start and all the info they gave you.”

– Ian Breward, Feb 2019

Date posted: March 5, 2019

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