This was Glen Raven Cotton Mill. In the late twenties when we first came
out here, the average worker in Glen Raven Cotton Mill would make less
than eleven dollars a week.
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remember exactly what it was. $10.87 or something close to
that. Of course, the weavers would make a little more and the boss men
made a little more. But it seems to be that there was just one set wage
for ordinary work in the cotton mill. That was for working five and a
half days, ten hours a day, five hours for the half a day. Some of the
mills probably—well, I'm sure that the mills, say
Plaid Mills and Mayfair—it wasn't Mayfair then,
the Elmira cotton mill—they paid a little better wages than
Glen Raven. Of course it wasn't a great deal more. Then as
time went on the Japanese stopped letting us have silk and nylon was
developed. And opening up in Burlington and other places were nylon
hosiery mills. Mills that made nylon hosiery for ladies, and they just
took the place of silk. Silk never did come back. But a knitter in a
hosiery mill, a nylon hosiery mill, would make twice the wages or more
that a weaver would make in a cotton mill. All the young men wanting to
go into mill work would go into the hosiery mill.
Back in the earlier days there probably was more class distinction among
people than there is today because a man doing ordinary work in a cotton
mill, making less than eleven dollars a week—he had probably
enough to pay rent, buy him a little something to eat, a few clothes,
and that was about all. Of course, he was probably looked down on
somewhat. He didn't associate socially with the boss men or
the owners of the mill, who were in a different class. Over the years
that has been eliminated a whole lot because of the equalization of
wages. People working in the mills now make
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living wage, and they drive as good as automobiles as anybody.
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Probably one of the reasons change came about in our
operation… The supermarkets opened up and they sold for cash
and they advertised some items cheaper than we could sell them, or
cheaper than we could buy them for sometimes. Things they call
"loss leaders" that they would entice our customers
on. It got to be, the development started that our customers would buy
these loss leaders, then would buy some other things too as time went
on. Then they would come back to us and have a little stuff charged. Of
course, we tried to pick out the customers that were good pay. Those we
were aquainted with and those we knew. If there was sickness in the
family, hardship, somebody lose a job and had to be out of work for a
while, we would extend him credit a little longer. Our policy was, to
our customers, that your payday is my payday. We carried some accounts
for a week, some for two weeks, and some for even a month. Just making
our customers' payday our payday. As long as they would
cooperate we would go along with that. But when they started going to
the supermarket too much and just giving us the left-over, it got where
we couldn't operate and make expenses. So we decided to phase
it out. And that's what we've been doing now.
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I can remember back in twenty-seven and twenty-eight—I was a
young man then—going uptown and doing my courting.
I'd
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when suppertime came I'd go uptown to a weenie stand.
It's now known as Zack's. I don't know
whether it was a New York weenie stand in those days or not. There was
one up there, and I don't know whether Zack's
developed from that or not. But I would go up there and eat my supper. I
would get me two hot dogs or two cheese dogs and a chocolate milk for a
total of fifteen cents. And there was no tax. Of course, they got right
much business for working folks going up town. They could stand a five
cent hot dog, or a five cent chocolate milk or a five cent drink of some
kind. Along about this same time, in west Burlington, on Trollinger
Street, there was a popular cafe known as Brown's Cafe. They
featured barbeque. They barbequed pork and served it. They had a good
business. It was mainly mill workers who patronized it. Of course, all
mill workers didn't have enough money to go there, but some
did. I graduated from high school in Burlington in 1928. We had our
senior banquet—we didn't have a prom back in those
days, they didn't allow us to belly rub sponsored by the
school—so we had a banquet at the Alamance Hotel in 1928.
They served a good meal with good silverware. Some of the boys latched
on to some of the silverware. Of course, I think they got it all
back.