When I lived in Appalachia there were few jobs open, and I applied for all I heard of. One of those jobs was in a factory that made blue jeans. It was one of the last places in the US that still had that type of work and they needed ten people. The ad said they would train, so I went in for it.
I met a lady in the outside office and she asked if I could sew. Yes, I could. Well, my mom could, and I watched her do it on an old fashioned machine she had from her mom. It had a foot pump instead of electricity, and she made lovely clothes with it. Sometimes I would stitch scraps and these would be a bit uneven to be kind about it.
Later I took sewing for a term in high school and never completed any project. So yes, I could sew.
After filling out some forms, we went into the main factory room which was cavernous, loud, and cold. At least 200 people were laboring below us as we had entered from an overhanging balcony. With a high round roof in the style of a Quonset Hut, but much bigger than a hut, the sound echoed as people hunched over machines or scurried about, carrying things below.
We walked down and over to a lady at a huge machine. She had a towering pile of fabric near her and only stitched one line. People at the tables next to her were doing the cutting. Beyond them, I saw those who marked the fabric to be cut. Then what this lady sewed was passed on to the lady at the next machine on a path with wheels. I saw many other people and machines down the line from there, but I could not tell what they were doing.
I thought of the scraps I had sewn with my mom.
I sat with this lady for about 30 minutes and failed the test. Even lifting the fabric was hard. Setting it straight was impossible, and forget about getting it to the giant machine. I never managed one stitch. All the while I was freezing, breathing lint, and the noise was so loud that the lady had to yell instructions and encouragement into my ear.
“This station is the easy one. You don’t have to sew a curve.”
Fleeing to the upstairs door and getting into the warm sun and clean air is one of the biggest moments of relief I have ever had in my life. Did those 200 people feel the same way each time they left the building? Only in summer. In the winter it would be dark and just as cold outside as in.
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I lost "Half My Size" eight years ago by using natural methods. I started on December 5th and did not give up. You can do it too!
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