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Post by Administrator on May 14, 2007 0:44:44 GMT -5
Here girls can work in making clothing and other textiles.
Work days can last over 10 hours, and the girls here work 5 days a week. They used to work over 12 hours a day, 6 days a week, but the strikes stopped that.
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 13, 2008 18:07:31 GMT -5
It was late afternoon and Gwennie was waiting at the gates of the textile mill for a friend who she planned to eat dinner with that night. "good boy, Marvin" she cooed as she as she moved her hand back and forth in midair, stroking her beloved (and entirely imaginary) canine companion. As she waited she tapped her foot nervously and began to wish that she owned a watch. It was getting later and if they didn't leave soon she wouldn't make it to the newspaper office in time to sell the evening edition.
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Post by maggie on Jul 19, 2008 23:30:57 GMT -5
Maggie stretched, coming out of the gates with the rest of the workers, looking dirty and tired. It had been more than a rough day, and after looking around for a moment, she realized Benji had forgotten to meet her here. "Damn cajun.." She lleaned against the gate, pulling out a cigarette, taking a long drag. She nodded absently to the other girl, who seemed to be waiting for someone also.
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 20, 2008 13:32:58 GMT -5
Gwennie was about to give up waiting and just go eat dinner alone when she saw the workers begin coming out of the building. immediately she began walking around, looking for her friend. however after a few minutes of looking, almost all of the workers had gone an she still hadn't seen her friend. 'where is she?' she thought, sitting down again in defeat. There was only one girl left by that time and Gwennie was beginning to think that her friend had forgot their plans. The girl nodded at her and she waved back. After waiting for a few more minutes she decided that she would go over to the girl and inquire about the whereabouts of her friend. 'It can't hurt ta ask' she reasoned as she walked over, Marvin in tow.
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Post by maggie on Jul 28, 2008 21:39:52 GMT -5
Magge smiled as the girl came walking over. She seemed younger than herself, but kids as young as 6 worked in the mill..it was nothing new. She was hoping Benji would get off his sorry arse and somehow make enough money to let her quit to help herself and her mum...but when pigs fly that would happen. "Are you looking for someone?"
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 28, 2008 21:55:58 GMT -5
"Yeah" Answered Gwennie, Shading her eyes from the sun with one hand as she looked up at the older girl "I'm looking foah my friend Rhoda. Have ya seen 'er?" she asked pausing for a moment before realizing that It would probably be a good idea to give a description, "She's eleven yeahs old, she has brown hair an' blue eyes, she's about dis tall" she stated holding her hand almost a foot above her head.
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Post by maggie on Jul 31, 2008 19:01:02 GMT -5
Maggie shook her head. "Nope, I haven't..." She smiled softly. "But there are so many people here in the mill, I hardly know all of them. Maybe she just forgot?" She paused. "What were you waiting for?"
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 31, 2008 19:07:44 GMT -5
"I guess she must've" said Gwennie disappoinedly "we was supposed ta eat dinnah togethah"
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Post by maggie on Jul 31, 2008 19:15:34 GMT -5
"Oh that's no good." She smiled. "My name is Maggie...you know, my stupid oaf of a boyfriend was supposed to join me for dinner, but he forgot too. Ain't that ironic no?"
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 31, 2008 19:40:17 GMT -5
"Yeah, 'cept Rhoda's not a stupid oaf" said Gwennie, smiling " she's jus' got a lotta stuff she's gotta do all da time." she explained "an' my name's Gwennie"
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Post by maggie on Jul 31, 2008 19:53:09 GMT -5
Maggie laughed. "I'm sure she isn't." She nodded. "Well, Gwennie...My mother still made an extra meal, so if you want to join us...?" She smiled again.
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 31, 2008 19:58:20 GMT -5
"Shoah I'd love to" said Gwennie enthusiastically. She hardly ever had homemade meals and she always enjoyed homemade food more than the frequently questionable resteraunt food that she usually ate.
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Post by maggie on Jul 31, 2008 20:03:57 GMT -5
Maggie grinned. "How old are you, anyways?" She gestured that she followe her. "It's me mum, and my grandfather." She shrugged. "We moved here from California about a year ago."
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 31, 2008 20:45:34 GMT -5
"I'm eight" answered Gwennie, trotting along beside Maggie as she walked "California huh?" she asked, fascinated "I nevah been dere, what's it like?"
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Post by ada on Aug 2, 2008 1:27:07 GMT -5
Ada coughed coming up behind Maggie, the older girl was somewhat of a senior to Ada at the mill but she still felt like she could talk to her. She lifted a brow when she saw the little girl with her-- hearing part of the conversation she assumed it was safe to say the little eight year old wasn't Maggie's.
"Yeah Mags..." Ada said with a half smile, actually curious herself. "What is California like?" she actually just liked listening to the stories of other places-- she was from Sicily and missed it. But she glanced over Gwennie and smiled, "Hey there.."
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