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"Boy", or "Bertie" Male, call him whichever you will, was born in about 1916 to a Portland quarrying family. As a young schoolboy of ten he started to help in the quarries and at 14 he joined his father's gang - full time. In 1939 he joined the Royal Navy and was present at D-Day as First Lieutenant of a British landing craft, ferrying Americans from Portland to "Bloody" Omaha beach. |
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Most quarrymen's sons, from about the age of ten, served an early apprenticeship delivering blunt tools from the quarry by 'go cart' to the blacksmith's shop, and so my routine would be to walk to school, from home - Moorfield Road, to what is now Royal Manor School and, at dinner time, run down the back lane of Channel View and if the Station Master was not around vault the railway fence, and run across the lines to Tom Collins' blacksmith's shop. There I would find my 'go cart' filled with yesterday's now-sharpened tools. I would pull the load to the top of Straits and traverse the whole length of Wakeham sitting in the cart among the kivels and twybils, then the short pull to the quarry at Perryfield House where I would find a new batch of blunt tools and start the long pull with a heavily loaded cart back up Wakeham to Moorfield Road. It would now be 12.30am and a hasty dinner with the family would allow me time to finally deliver my load to the blacksmith at Park Road, and on to school with enough time left to play football in the school yard before the lessons of the afternoon began. This would be my daily routine every school day while-as the quarrymen say they were "Bout Stone". |


