I started work in the early sixties at moderately sized engineering factory for that time, 40 acres and about 5000 employees. During the first week or so we (That year’s intake of apprentices about a 100 or so, craft, technical and commercial.) were assembled to have our photographs taken, both individual and group. A man by the name of Lou Ballard took the pictures, he was the works photographer recording all of the day to day events and dealing with the press and such.
He would then have been a man of thirty perhaps. I got to know him quite well over the years, my interest in photography being key to this. Lou gave me my first lessons in developing and printing, the company had a large and well equipped lab.
About 29 years after my first photograph Lou took his last picture for the company. We were to be closed down and made redundant.
I was transport supervisor at that time and was put in charge of removing and overseeing the secure destruction of documents and other material deemed surplus or sensitive, this included photographs going back to the early part of the century. A 40year contribution from one man, who had dated and described each event on the rear of the prints.
I don’t know if Lou salvaged any of his work but I took some that where of interest to me like my father’s retirement in 1979 and some taken of various events over the years within the transport department. The rest, tonnes of the stuff, a complete history if you like of factory life from say 1900 to 1990 was loaded onto 32tonne arctic’s and removed to a secure incinerator to be sacrificed to the god of what had been.
If I could go back for just one hour before we loaded the lories, if only, if only, if only.