{"id":1573,"date":"2011-01-05T15:53:08","date_gmt":"2011-01-05T15:53:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/history.onclick.co.uk\/wordpress\/?page_id=1573"},"modified":"2011-03-23T12:36:36","modified_gmt":"2011-03-23T12:36:36","slug":"working-in-the-hop-garden-a-poke-boy-remembers","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.mardenhistory.org.uk\/home\/?page_id=1573","title":{"rendered":"A Poke Boy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_943\" style=\"width: 380px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><strong><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mardenhistory.org.uk\/home\/media_library\/pokeboypic.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-943\" class=\"size-full wp-image-943\" title=\"pokeboypic\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mardenhistory.org.uk\/home\/media_library\/pokeboypic.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"370\" height=\"267\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.mardenhistory.org.uk\/home\/media_library\/pokeboypic.jpg 370w, https:\/\/www.mardenhistory.org.uk\/home\/media_library\/pokeboypic-300x216.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 370px) 100vw, 370px\" \/><\/a><\/strong><\/strong><p id=\"caption-attachment-943\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Working in the hop garden<\/p><\/div>\n<p><em>George Flisher, interviewed in 2000, remembers working in the hop gardens in his youth<\/em><\/p>\n<div id=\"contentstretch\">\n<div id=\"contentstretchinner\">\n<p>I had left school when I was fourteen and was looking for a job.  Someone had told me a local farmer wanted extra labour for \u2018hopping\u2019, or  helping with the hop harvest. &#8220;We are starting picking next Monday so  if you want the job you can start then\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>I arrived at the farm at seven o&#8217;clock on the dot, full of excitement  at the prospect of starting my first proper job, but also apprehensive  as to whether or not I could do it. I need have had no worries; I was  taken under the wing of the head wagoner, who proved to be a great tutor  as well as a good friend to me. My duties entailed general help with  any of the tasks in the hop garden, such as moving the \u2018bins\u2019 into which  the hops were picked, helping to pull bines which the pickers found too  tough to pull, or even cutting them down from the wires above, also I  had to distribute the \u2018pokes\u2019 to make sure there was one near each bin. Pokes are big hessian sacks about six feet long and four feet wide which  hold ten bushels of freshly picked hops with plenty of room to spare,  to avoid crushing.<\/p>\n<p>The picking of the hops was performed by both local people and people  who came from London, who were provided with accommodation in hoppers&#8217;  huts, which were mostly one room with a blanket strung across the middle  for the sake of modesty if there were more than two people occupying  them. It was generally regarded both as a semi-holiday, particularly for  the Londoners, also as a good opportunity to earn enough money to fit  the children out with clothes for the winter. The convenient aspect was  that the money was usually paid in a lump sum at the end of hop picking,  although some pickers would ask for advances before the end. In many  cases the older children would help their mothers to pick the hops while  the younger ones played in the hop garden during the six week holiday  from school. The highlight of their day being when the &#8216;stop me and buy  one man\u2019 came into the hop garden on his three wheeled refrigerated  tricycle selling ice cream!<\/p>\n<p>The bins into which the hops were picked were made of hessian fixed  to a wooden frame which consisted of two pieces of wood approximately  six foot long at either end, crossed almost one foot from the top with a  bolt through to allow them to open and shut in a scissor-like movement.  There were also two pieces of wood some eight feet long, mortised into  the uprights and protruding one foot at either end to form the handles  with which to move the bin along the alleys between the \u2018hills\u2019 or hop  plants as more hop bines were needed. Some of the bins were divided with  a piece of hessian sewn into the middle to make two half bins for  people who were picking on their own. The \u2018V\u2019 at the top of each end of  the bin originated from the days when all hops were grown on poles,  before being superseded by wire work and the string. The poles complete  with hop bines were placed with the end in the \u2018Vs\u2019 to facilitate  picking, and a man known as a \u2018pole puller\u2019 was employed full time to  pull the poles from the ground and place them on the bin.<\/p>\n<p>There were set times to start and finish each day, these were defined  with shouts of \u201cAll to work\u201d, \u201cAll to dinner\u201d, and at the end of the  day. \u201cPull no more bines\u201d. This last call was usually called about half  an hour before the pickers went home. This was in order to give the  \u2018measurer&#8217; time to come round to empty the bins.<\/p>\n<p>The pickers picked all day, and the emptying and measuring was  performed twice a day by the farmer, once around lunch time and again at  the end of the day. He would take the hops out with a bushel basket by  laying the basket in the bin and filling it to within three or four  inches of the top, sometimes as many as twenty or thirty bushels could  be taken out of one bin, according to how many pickers had contributed  to the picking; The total number or \u2018tally\u2019 would then be recorded on  the picker\u2019s card. Some times there were arguments between the farmer  and the pickers who would accuse the farmer of filling the basket too  full, or if there were too many leaves in the hops he would miss them  telling them they had to take them out. He would then come back to them  after he had measured all the others.<\/p>\n<p>I recall one incident with one of the London pickers who while her  hops were being measured said, &#8220;You\u2019re makin\u2019 those a bit \u2018eavy aint cha  guv&#8221;. &#8220;They are fair &#8221; he replied, and carried on. After another couple  she was still not satisfied and said \u201cThey\u2019re still \u2018eavy\u201d. And with  that, as he bent over the bin for the next bushel, the woman, with both  hands pushed his head in the bin! Needless to say the farmer was furious  and said \u201cI\u2019m knocking off five bushels!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>While measuring was in progress, as \u2018poke\u2019 boy, my job was to hold  the poke up for the measurer to tip the hops in. Once full I would tie  the top and get another empty poke ready: when all the measuring was  completed, I helped the wagoner load all the pokes on the cart, which  were then transported to the oast house. I really enjoyed riding on the  cart, probably because I was young and felt very important. I also liked  going into the oast house after we had unloaded, apart from anything  else, the smell of the drying hops was wonderful, there is no other  smell like them. It is also said that hops in your pillow will help you  sleep, but I have not tested the validity of that story.<\/p>\n<p>Once the hops had been unloaded they were spread evenly over a  circular mat made from horse hair, which covered a slatted floor,  allowing the heat to permeate through the hop. This floor was situated  at the base of the conical part of the roundel of the oast and the  capacity was a thousand to fifteen hundred bushels at one time. The man  who was responsible for all the work in the oast was called a hop dryer  and while drying was in progress he spent all his time in the oast, but  sleep was intermittent because he had to keep a watchful eye on the hops  at all times. Occasionally having to turn some of the hops, as the heat  from the charcoal burning fire situated at the bottom of the kiln was  somewhat uneven. The dryer also had to burn brimstone which was placed  on the fire in a long handled pan to kill any insects in the hops. The  fumes from this together with the moisture from the hops escaped through  the cowl at the top of the cone. The whole drying process took  approximately twelve hours.<\/p>\n<p>Once dried the hops were raked out of the kiln into the cooling room  where the press was also located, this was situated on the first floor  of the oast. The dried hops were then pressed into a pocket which was a  thick hessian sack some eight feet long, and about two and a half feet  in diameter when filled and fully pressed with dried hops. The pocket  was suspended through a hole in the floor and secured with a steel ring  for the pressing process which, when completed, was sewn with string to  seal it. It weighed one and a half hundredweight.<\/p>\n<p>I really enjoyed my time working in the hop gardens, as did most of  the pickers, there was always an atmosphere of camaraderie and enjoyment  among all the people who worked in them even though there was a war on  at the time. Sadly hop growing has declined dramatically over the last  two or thee decades; and the methods of picking and drying have changed.  Now the bines are cut down and carted by tractor and trailer, and  driven directly to the oast building where they are picked by machine.<\/p>\n<p>The modern method of course is not so labour intensive, with just a  small number of people fetching the hops from the garden, while others  work on the machine picking out leaves. Powerful oil burners are used  for drying these days also, because they generate much more heat, the  quantity of hops dried in each kiln is much greater than in the days of  charcoal fires. But the smell of drying hops still fills me with  nostalgia.<\/p>\n<h5><em>Copyright Marden Society History Group 2000<\/em><\/h5>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>George Flisher, interviewed in 2000, remembers working in the hop gardens in his youth I had left school when I was fourteen and was looking for a job. 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