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Seeing posts of vintage machining tools plus tomorrow being mother& #39;s day makes me think about my Granny Basham, my maternal grandfather& #39;s mother.
She was a single mother in the 1940s, raising my Grandpa on her own. She was a force and one of my favorite people to ever exist.
She was a single mother in the 1940s, raising my Grandpa on her own. She was a force and one of my favorite people to ever exist.
From what I understand, she needed a way to make a living on her own, but no one was willing to take on a woman as an apprentice for a trade. So, she went to the library and learned everything she could about electrical coils, motors, and machinery repair.
She went to work for a man who owned a small machine shop making electrical coils for mining machines and locomotives. She went own to own the company, where she employed my Grandpa, uncle, mother, and a couple of others.
My grandpa ran the business after her until around 2010, when the mining economy slowed to a trickle and the shop was no longer viable.
Buggy whips and all that...
Buggy whips and all that...
