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Peter Hayman L.C.G.I.
Stone Mason. Born Portland Dorset, went straight from school into an indentured stone masonry apprenticeship, I had no intention of being a mason, but I was good at art and woodwork and liked working with my hands, I got one of the available apprenticeship places at The Stone Firms Ltd Portland and since then I`ve always been doing something in stone. It has given me the opportunity to see a bit of the world,
and meet some interesting people.
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Born Portland Dorset
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| I was lucky to serve my time when there was still a relatively
strong
stone industry on Portland, there was more than thirty
masons working in the masonry shop alone, plus fifteen or
so apprentices at various
stages of training. Some of the old masons had been at the banker since they were fourteen, so they knew a thing or two about the job. The stone yard below the masons shop ( Bottomecombe ) had a covered area the size of two football pitches, with rows of saws of various sizes from the big ripper with its twelve foot blade which cut a square face on blocks straight from the quarry down to the small crosscuts, plaining machines, routing and polishing machines, all under cover and served by three overhead gantries. We had our own blacksmiths shop, engineering workshop, stores, canteen, and drawing office, there must have more than a hundred men in the whole yard itself, in addition to this there was the various quarries dotted about the Island, a stone crushing plant, stone haulage and delivery section with their own mechanics and garage workshop. But as big as the setup was when I did my time, it was still nothing compared to its heyday, it was always interesting listening to the stories the old boys would sometimes tell of when it seemed everybody on the Island had been involved in some way with the stone industry. The original Islanders were a hardy bunch, at home working the stone or working the sea in all weathers, close knit communities who generally kept themselves to themselves, going off the Island as little as possible, my grandfather when he was young worked in the quarries, like his father, and his father before him, like other generations of men and boys all working the stone, those days are gone forever. |
