https://penninehorizons.org/files/original/08961a204109139fb760024166c787b9.jpg d3a738889cce05f7f292da1d1d0f6c86 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Ralph Cross 1959 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Egypt Farm, Upper Colden - RAC1959.034 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Pennine Horizons Digital Archive Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource PHDA - Ralph Cross Collection Relation A related resource Pennine Horizons Digital Archive Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource TIFF file 8-bit Language A language of the resource English (U.K.) Type The nature or genre of the resource Documentary photograph Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context RAC1959.034.jpg Subject The topic of the resource Vernacular Architecture Description An account of the resource A lovely tale from Rodney Ingham: In 1960 I had a temporary job working for Harry Taylor at Throstle Nest Farm, Mytholmroyd. Also working for Harry Taylor was Harry Logg, who lived at Egypt Farm and had a job of hardening off chickens before they were sold as point of lay. I was given the job of going with Harry Logg, who always referred to me as "Youth" (I was 18), to catch a field full of chickens, put them in wooden coops and take them off to Mytholmroyd. We started in shirts and half way through it began to rain. Harry was a rough, tough, no nonesense man, so we didn't stop or put a coat on and by the end I was soaked and slipping and sliding under the weight of the wet hens and coops. I became totally exhausted by the time we finished. Surely a dry off in the farm and a cup of tea would follow. Nothing. Back in the lorry and carry on as though nothing had happened. He was a tough man living in a tough environment. Whilst at Taylor's, Harry Logg was connected to the electricity grid at Egypt Farm. He came in to eat his dinner one day with some cold chops that had lines seared down the length of them. Asked why that had happened, Harry explained that he had just bought an electric fire and had put it on its back and lain the chops over the upturned bars of the fire. No cooker but still grilled chops!