Personal Narrative: Working At The Lowell Factory

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I always wanted to be able to help provide for my family and our farm and have a sense of independence. I finally got an opportunity to do just this when I went to go work at the Lowell factory. I had numerous expectations of what it was going to be like, hoping for the best. I was mainly excited to get an education, as I had never done previously, and learn about other various informative topics. Of course the mill was not entirely as great as I desired, but it was a helpful way to make means for my family at the time. In the factories, working conditions often felt quite harsh, but overall was good work to help support my family. Everyday, except on Sundays in which we had off, I had to wake up extremely early at five o’clock, already tired due to the previous day. I had to work on a spinning mule, which turned cotton into thread at large quantities. I would have to do this until seven at night, which left me exhausted, and I usually fell asleep immediately as I reached my bed. Although, luckily for us mill girls, we were never pushed to do more work than we could bare. Ultimately, all the labour was worth it upon receiving the paycheck I worked so diligently to earn. As a mill girl, I was provided with the necessities I needed in order to survive, such as food and shelter. I slept in a boarding house that was run by women who treated me …show more content…

This was of course until the wages were cut, slowly decreasing the sum of money my fellow mill girls and I received. Not only that, but Hitherto the corporation caused us to be paid a dollar less each week, since they paid twenty-five cents a week to the board. My co-workers and I decided it was time to strike back on this injustice and walked through the streets making sure anyone near would hear our cries. Regardless of the fact that the strikes turn out was not as good as it was hoped to be, I would still do it

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