Sow and Pigs Neglected – Saturday October 1907

Torrents of rain, and, unfortunately, the grain was not all secured last night. The men threshed and crushed corn and we set our house in order. It was found that the sow and pigs had been neglected when the other pigs were fed.

The mistress on those exceptionally busy days, took charge of the feeding of them and apparently it was expected that she would continue to do so for when the woman was asked why she had not fed the sows, she replied that it was not “her place” to do it.

The mistress, to avoid a tussle of words, meekly approached the younger servant, telling her to come along and learn what the sows got, and then she would be able to attend to them, and the plaintive reply was, “But ah don’t want tae learn.” Here is fine subject matter for our conversation at dinner.

In the evening, some neighbours, like ourselves released from the stress of harvesting, came in to have a chat. While the men discussed the condition of the grain and the number of their stacks, we women talked of the late bustle, and compared notes on the ways of our men. “Yes!” one would say. “Father is just the same. When he’s busy, he thinks nobody is so hard-worked as himself.”

“Oor maister,” another pipes in, “thinks the weemen can leave their work, the meenit he cries. Men folk are a’ like that.”

“I believe they think,” says a third, “that we’ve just to boil some potatoes and put plates down and there’s the dinner. They don’t see how much there is to be done in a house.”

“Ay, that’s it, “assented the oldest member of our party. “They can’t see the work of a house. But anybody can see the stacks, the carts, the stooks in the field, and count how many hands are required. And, after all, there’s a great deal of housework that can be left untouched for a week and nobody be any the worse. “

Running down to the kitchen for something, we overheard loud disputes between the lasses and lads: “Ah nivver broke it. Ah didn’t knaw it was theear.” …. “Thoo was on’t toop a’t time; tho hed an easier time nur me.”…. “Ah isn’t ga’an tae deeah thy wark; thoo can ga fort’basket.” “Ga on!! Ah want t’wesh t’mugs; it was thee ‘at left it.”

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