Biography (written in 1849) - Sarah Carpenter
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My name is Sarah Carpenter. I was born in the small town of Bristol, which is located in south west England. I was born in 1802 during the Industrial Revolution. My father was a glass blower who worked in the factory which was located beside the "Port of Bristol." I was really proud of him because that factory was the most famous glass factory at that time. But he died when I was 8 years old. After my father died, my mom worked for 14 hours a day to earn money. But we couldn’t get out from poverty. So our family including mom, my brother, and I had to go to the "Bristol Workhouse." We were all separated because there were so many people, and the director of the workhouse separated the people by their ages and sexes. But fortunately, I met my mother 3 months later, and we lived together in the workhouse. We couldn't see my brother for 2 years. But 2 years later, we heard that my brother, William, was sent to Cressbrook mill in "Derbyshire." So mom and I left Bristol and went to Derbyshire which was in the east midlands of England. We walked and walked and it took 60 hours to get Derbyshire. When we arrived there, Mrs. Newton—the owner of the mill that my brother was working for—fondled over my mother and me. I thought she was really nice, but soon I realized I was deceived. One day, Mr. Newton and Mrs. Newton took me into the counting house and showed me a piece of paper with a red sealed horse on which they told me to touch, and then to make a cross, which I did. Since then, I started to work at age of 11 and I stayed at Cressbrook mill till I was 21. When I was working in that mill, I had to get up at five in the morning and worked till nine at night. So I worked 16 hours per day. Even though I worked for 16 hours, I got 8 pence a year. Also the overlookers were so evil. Overlookers abused us and even beated us with a stick. One of the child worker called "Charlotte Smith" tried to run away and she was caught and the overlooker cut her hair which was a shame to girls. The 10 years was a disaster. After 10 years, I ran away with my brother Now, I'm 47. This happened to me long time ago, but still, I can't forget it. It's a shame and it was a pain. I really think it should be illegal for children to work in textile factories, because I experienced this, andi think it should never happen again. If child labor stops, then children won't die because of pneumonia or tuberculosis which are caused by bad conditions of textile factories. Children Labor should be illegal!